THE QUESTION

There’re subtle hues of blue in the sky;

celeste, cerulean, cesious, my.

Soothsayer’s breath, the wind, slayer of clouds;

Suspended particles gone, there’s no sound!

But what makes the sky BLUE, what shaft of light

stirs this illusionary color so bright?

Mist lingers, and the shadows doth scatter –

Fog, an atmospheric nuance, matters.

Blue has no layers, primary color…

Can I think of the sky as my Mother?

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