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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 hoping to see
For with wisdom awareness of blindness is a deep sight


You can read more philosophy inside poetry in this book and other work by Antanabell Sol.

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