penetrative skies are as blue as the past,
and similarly do not heal half as fast
as they are meant to for healthy relations
to reproduce and kill lonely sensations.
birds follow paths not yet built and leave no
trace of their passing, unlike in the snow,
where we imprint our feet in the white;
oblivion is truly a beautiful sight.
learn from the wise and the dumb do ignore,
for they will drag you right down to the floor
and mop the dirt with your moisture of hope;
ignorance virtually hands you a rope.
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Wonderful title of the post.
Thank you! :)