A Sky of My Own

If I could command the weather, I’d ask for clear blue skies

Clean air for my lungs,

A mellow breeze to flirt with my hair.

I’d like to spend a dust-free dusk on my terrace,

To look farthest into the distance.

I’d want the sun to brighten my spirit,

The moon to light my soul.

I’d spend the night under the sky,

Letting the stars write their stories in my heart.

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I’m not much of a poet, but I’m daring to write just to see how bad can I be!

This was written in response to a prompt by PoemsIndia and is part of #NaPoWriMo2025