Sky...

The sky lost it's glamour, won't you ask me why...

It no longer has the swan-like visitors on a light sunny afternoon, I miss them, the photogenic clouds.
But has those scars of a distant heartbreak, the ray-like scribbles the plane just etched while passing by.
I can no longer see the sun near the horizon, a lot of obstructions for the view you see, well the moon is exempt from the rule.
They say, it's just the seasonal weather pattern, but my restless brain wants to speculate more, drifting away from conventional norms.
The sky doesn't blush just before sunsets and sunrises anymore, there are no more shyly reddish patterns formed, ah I miss them!
I still capture the birds flying, but it seems like they're lifeless, as though they've been programmed to fly in the dead landscape.
Figured out that the sky is following me, and we just shifted from Dostoevsky to Kafka...

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