I’m Not Sure Why the Sky Turns Pink
after being blue, but I know how it feels.
it welcomes the night with white clouds
after long days filled with
stubborn folk who refuse to look up
from time to time.
I know how it feels;
from blue to pink, it waits for the night
to sweep us off our feet,
but no dustpan could dream of holding the universe
like blue skies waiting for pink
