universe

today, the sky looks at me

with nerve

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it influences me to feel

as if i were all that it is

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touched by ideas,

i got into an eerie vibe

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…who's the sky's sun

…who's the sky's moon‽

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…could be my universe

to be its muse‽

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in a wink, sky's canvas

exposed the poetry I am

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i look at the sky, i see myself;

sky looks at me, sees itself

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(who am i…‽)

(both, together, asked at once)

“soul and heart can shape the skies together
when we dare to dream„ …