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The sky unfolds a story between the clouds,
Each twilight color is a spoken sentence.
Ranged in the blue, a thousand mysteries unfold,
In the sky, we find eternal stories.
The stars are lowercase letters,
They composed poems of light behind the darkness of the night.
Galaxies, long paragraphs,
The sky is a book that never stops telling stories.
The clouds are moving, dancing in the sky,
Describe unspoken feelings.
Falling rain, every drop is a word,
The sky tells a story with a soft voice.
Morning brings new stories, sunrise,
With colors that represent hope.
Dusk fades, night begins a new chapter,
The sky continues to tell stories, never gets tired of telling stories.
In the sky that tells stories, we find meaning,
Each cloud is a sheet blown by the wind.
The stars are shining words,
The sky is an open book forever.
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