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Ceiling
I stare at a light blue ceiling.
It’s been there since my life’s beginning.
The painted clouds are still and shy,
make me imagine the peaceful sky,
the peaceful sky as told by a sage,
whose wise words never fade or age.
He warns me not to look out the window,
cause the real sky brings torrent of rain,
and blizzard of snow.
I heed his warning,
but my ears hear raining,
drop by drop,
a melody penetrating the ceiling.
I heed his warning,
but my heart keeps yearning,
day by day,
to hug the sky, not the ceiling.
I stare at a light blue ceiling.
It’s been there since my life’s beginning.
The painted clouds are still and shy,
make me imagine the peaceful sky,
the peaceful sky as told by a sage,
whose wise words never fade or age.
He warns me not to look out the window,
cause the real sky brings torrent of rain,
and blizzard of snow.
I heed his warning,
but my ears hear raining,
drop by drop,
a melody penetrating the ceiling.
I heed his warning,
but my heart keeps yearning,
day by day,
to hug the sky, not the ceiling.
