The Sky

A friend on the other side of the world just asked me what colour the sky was just response? Read the poem to find out!

It could be called blue
Simple, yet true
It could be called, "Sky,"
You can't deny
The shade above
The clouds white like a dove
The shade of blue will be called
A blue that has me enthralled
Fabulous, lovely, and blue
If only I could share it with you.

The End

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