The Sky Comes Down
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Down and down
the sky comes.
The sky comes down
with its hollow blackness.
No air passes.
Blue disappears....
The clouds,
the birds,
the sunlight
are wiped out
from its canvas.
The brushes,
color tubes
are thrown.
One drop
of frozen dew
falls on earth's floor
from its burnt corner.
All the pictures come back
to complete the scenery.
But, one must say it is,
a hackneyed monochrome.
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