Skies

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What is happiness,
I asked of the skies-

What is the sea, they asked of me

How long do I wait for happiness then, I said

Until the sun comes out of us - they said-

Why die?
You must renounce the sky
I said

We try
But then them pigs
They fly.

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Lakshmi Ajay

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