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The Sky Says "I love you"
I throw open the windows to let the rain in,
so I can feel the clouds melt into my skin.
I can taste the wind, it's sweet on my tongue,
I can feel the breeze fill my glass lungs,
and for the moment, I can breathe.
Staring up at the moon, I stare into dreams.
The night is so close that it can hold me,
swaddle me in constellations, tell me I’m free.
The moon smiles fondly from the sky,
a gentle grin that once watched the sun die
in exchange for a midnight conversation
with the earth and its glowing mortal faces.
I ask the sky if I’ll make something of myself,
and the stars only blink in response from their shelf,
the breeze whispers “I love you” through the window,
and I feel the rain’s tattoo on my skin when I’m alone.
I hold my hand out, and the universe takes it,
with its promises etched into the moon’s phases.
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