I take a seat on the warm concrete steps
And easily make friends with the insects
I plan to sit a while.
Slowly I give her my cue, I smile.
As I raise my chin to the sky
My soul separates and alleviates
As my sins float up. They fly.
Close your eyes, she whispers
She takes my hands within hers
And drains the poison of my tips.
Out them all the angry poison slips
Erased by the cooling, colourful sky.
Dancing in freedom, my errors
Swirling into place, the terrors
Create paths of breathtaking light
Purples and reds so bright
They paint so perfect. so right.
Making beauty of hate, making love of mistakes
How is it they know the magic of the sky?
Ask as much as you want, my child,
You were never meant to know why.
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