Sky
Watching the sky, falling in.
The clouds chase my lazy eyes.
Blue untainted, no smoky guise.
Too deep for mirrored tricks within.
Drenching the earth it licks, a din
Of ground-groans fading, soft
And far, cascading aloft-
Away! -cleansed of their grimy sin.
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