It's horizons unknown, It's depth unseen.
A blazing fireball, A sphere of peace it's eyes.
It's form perceivable only with interest so keen,
Because made it is of droplets of ice.
With melancholy grey, despair filled black and spiritedness blue,
With thunder and showers of crystals of rain,
Those tears it sheds in pain, so grueling so true,
Yet never does it cease, never does it feel in vain.
The twinkle of stars, portrays it's fervor
To smile, to laugh, to cuddle itself in bliss,
And while it's foes in surprise do wonder,
It embraces their enmity by its sweet gentle kiss.
How a mystery the sky like heart remains,
Uncovered, undiscovered, beautiful yet with some stains.
PS: I dont understand thus poem even now totally.. Maybe I am dumb not to understand my own poem, but its really strage.. its meaning is very deeeeep.
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