Blue sky
like sponge
absorbs everything
down to tiny drops
minuscule drips
invisible to the naked eye.

A goblet
full of fire
spreading heat
to every corner
that shows even the slightest hint
of carrying passion fuel.

Crumpled paper
caught in between
oblivious that everything
written in the sky
was never meant to be
part of their story.


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