This dark sky always,
has many questions to ask.

Wondered it again one night,

you had flavors of all kind,
then why are your dreams tinged,
with just a few moments of time?

These are mine, I said
Truly mine.

Oh my little human,
just this?, asked the sky.

When you created,
wasn't it divine?
When you destroyed,
wasn't it fine?

Cared you, for all race
Dared you, every face

Still a pellet,
you brought,
of all this time?

I said,
I was busy,
making everything, mine!

08/18/2011

Posted on 08/17/2011
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