Poems

The Color of the Sky

Once, an eagle so blue
With thoughts so tender
Had no clever clue
What to tell the lover.

He shot up high,
Straight to the sky.
With feelings abound
And nowhere to fly around.

When the limit was reached,
And his emotions boiled,
Popped as a fruit ripened.
Thus, the sky was saddened.

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