The Sky is my Canvas
When it awakensIt becomes an empty canvas
And the travelling clouds my art
When dusk dawns
And night falls
It reveals a new palette
Twinkling stars
May it be night or day
In the tundra or on the highway
I will always have a canvas to cast my art on
Clouds by day
Stars at night
Neither will ever be gone
The sky will forever be my canvas
No matter which path I am on
Maria Yousuf
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