in the marching life I lead
my steady routine
i wake up
i put on make up
i pack up
and then i walk
i walk two miles
to the train station
but i never stop
to admire the sky's routine
her waking up
her make up
she puts on a dusty rouge
an ethereal pink that as the day wears on turns to cornflower blue
a whispy blue with many secrets behind
secret galaxies and stars all hidden by her make up
and she puts lipstick on the clouds
that later fades away to reveal a delicate white
her makeup is much better than mine
but like mine it fades away too
her rouge turns blue
her cloudy lipstick turns white
but i never notice
I'm too scared of missing the train
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