...like the sky...

Love is like the sky in it's own poetic way....

For my dad, who is the smartest man I know.


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I look to the pale blue sky
and the hills with
a mild dusting of mist;
I know
that a word
to describe such beauty,
does not exist
nor ever will.

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As I think awhile,
with the peacefulness as a
calm echo in my mind,
I can see
that love
is like the sky;
it never ends.

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