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BLUE SKY

I understand why the face of the sky is blank and blue Glaring at the world of men Watching a thin thread of wisdom trying to hold the fabric that is mostly foolishness Studying without stopping the consequences of choices   How humility raises men And how pride crushes them down Grinding them as fine dust before being swept like chaff in the wind Scattering the small pieces of brokenness to the air Leaving desperate men holding to hope when there is no hope Wisemen living blindly h oping to see For with wisdom a wareness of blindness is a deep sight You can read more philosophy i nside poetry in this book and other work by Antanabell Sol.