The arctic blue sky of a winter morn,
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Touches my soul, longing to love adorn.
Reaching for miles it embraces all eternity,
Looking to Heaven reaffirming my sanity.
An unbroken sky created in perfection,
Another chance to peek at God's reflection.
Might I steal a glimpse to be content,
For just an interlude my pain relent?
Purity found without a scarring cloud,
Walking beneath it's pure shroud.
The sky can heal by it's artic blue,
To these rare days, I dread my adieu.