I am a sky of love, continuous without a pause. The weather varies drastically, yet the cherishment never stalls. The clouds always clear, and sunshine is amongst her. The sky’s capabilities are beyond her wildest dreams. There are planes, birds, and of course, pollution. No matter the vast amount of smog, me and her seem to find those sunny days. Sunny days always come, yet those rainy days are always needed In her and I’s sky of love.
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