and as I stopped
we were moving at the speed of one twenty
the air that I called my breath
was taken away
Every puff of cloud was different
were of different origins
had one father
water
And as I fixed my gaze
I saw the whites separating ways
to allow darker greys
more in number were the ivory creams
there was no sky
the night was chasing
and i waited for the heavens to open
my eyes were, already
i looked harder
and i searched my way through the frills of vapour
and i saw it
peeping at me
turquoise
as beautiful as the word itself
the day gone by climbed back to me
the sky from yesterday
smiled at me
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