Tuesday after a reckless and used day
I was running and running without a chance
To stop and chat at the sky
Finally I stopped for a breath in the evening
Suddenly, I was caught by the scenery
Painting a picture of You
Day set, scatters of clouds in the distance
They whitewash the backdrop of secrets
Whispering shadows of blue
In more delicate hues
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