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Poetry 4/8

THE LIE OF THE SKY

Am I too high.
I look at the sky.
I see someone smile.
It's the lie of the sky.

I felt I could die.
when I looked at the sky.
but I saw someone cry.
It was the rain from the sky.

I yelled at the sky.
I was affraid to die.
The sky keeps telling me lies.
don't be afraid to die.

The lie of the sky is to be blue.
Keep saying I love you
A few tried...
But nobody kissed the sky.

Will we live in the sky so blue.
Nobody knows if it is true.
It's very hard to tell.
People believe in hell
...