The Move

Moving

On

Boarding the airplane

In hope

Of a better life

On the other side

.

Ascending the purple gloom

Out of the abyss

Into the white clouds

Of a purer sky

.

Up in the sky

All around

Blue

Bright

Clear

Neon

Blue

For the first time

Happiness

Out of the fog

The fog that descended

After the last move

.

Hours and hours

Days and Days

Hanging

In the eternal blue

Until

The descent

Into

The darkened fog

Of another place

.

Here

Under the familiar gloom

Was where there was hope

That the grass would be greener

The air sweeter

But alas

It is the same

Wherever you go

Here you are

.

But what if

The seeds where sown

For greener grass

What if

It happens

That after a while

The fog will clear up

.

Nurtured by the fresh mist

The green grass grows

To reach the sky

The lightening

Eternal blue

Sky

Clearing up

With the hope

Of no more

Clouds of grey

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