Messy Sky (Poetry)
Messy Sky
Blue, red, violet, even orange
Pointing its directions at the sky where the stars scatters
Stared an hour just to gaze its patterns
As if I could reach it beyond my range
Different sizes, color, and brightness
If you don't understand, it's surely a mess
Try to spend a minute
and it will tell you what it meant
Life is like a messy sky in its zenith
Its beautiful if you try to embrace it
Like shining and colorful stars had patterns and directions
Just like where you are now, it serve you a purpose.
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