Turquoise Tantrum

Desperate for the sun,

She falls to her knees to praise nothing.

Identify with the sky; she is blue, she is beautiful, she is empty, she is a mystery.

To her surprise,

The sunset painted a sky she always dreamed of

But never had the courage to ask for.

To her surprise,

When no one else was,

The universe was listening.

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