There May Be The Sky
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Rahman Henry
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Time flies...
Without finding anything called blue
Or a golden glow of evening sky;
We find no sky, no cloud even,
Only hears the sound of an airplane
Flying somewhere over the buildings,
Over our lives, concealed in a metropolis;
And that's the maiden way,
We can guess: There may be the sky!
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