The skies are limited by our vision.
We can only see so far,
But we can be sure that they are infinite,
That the blue repeats onwards;
Swings out from our country,
surges, beyond our ocean.
Our thoughts may reach out
As our gaze reaches into the blueness.
We fasten our eyes on white clouds.
We can see castles and creatures,
We become dreamers, taken in by our sight.
When I turn to you; I am reflected
Blue sky, white clouds, my features.
You make it everything.
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