Baskadia

I stood watching out my window

As the nighttime became dismissed

The clouds and sky started out to glow

There was no location now to hide caught among the floating clouds

The solar’s rays exchange and streak

As if the colors from the east are sent via holes that height

Every morning the mirrored image

Of the sunrise lighting fixtures the sky

Reversing every night whilst

The solar sets and daylight hours dies

Each day appears very one of a kind

The clouds aren't the same planes and birds poke holes

As if they’re playing video games

These days without a caution

The sky opened like a door

It began with a vivid mild

I’ve never visible earlier than

A really perfect rainbow from stop to stop

Despatched chills all through my spine

I’m positive there is a pot of gold

I needed it can be mine

What triggered the morning sky to glow

And paint this photograph, so I stared there frozen to the middle wondering, do I really want to know?

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