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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