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Rosy-colored Skies

I looked up at the sky

 with what feels like your hand in mind.

Its pink hues bleed

With soft serene.

I smell the flower gardens when we were kids.

Until the scent is faded by the breeze

They always seemed to go too fast

Nature quickly nipped them at their prime.


It didn't matter if we talked for hours

Or simply sat in silence,

But now I know

The silence that you [made/hold/make]

Stretches to eternity.


I feel the phantom of your hand

Upon my cheek and neck.

[I roll over on the soft grass

And ask

Was it all a dream?]


[And once more I look up

At the rosy-colored skies.]


*Which word works best in the second stanza: made, make, or hold?

*Which lines should come after "cheek and neck": I roll over... or And once more I look up...?


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