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The lines in the sky [Poem]

The sky light blue traces of white thin lines, 
Planes crossing, big metal birds line the sky, 
Over the blossoming trees, our homes, 
Life happening, wind is blowing the lines. 

Scattered shapes are changing in the blue sky, 
White disappears into blue completely.
Beaming warm sun appears to be heating,
Symbols in the sky express uniquely.

No rain in sight, the blue above us all,
The planet rotating and our sky, 
Is busy in a flow of day and night; 

Covering our Earth hosting symbols, 
Some places are covered with rolling clouds,
Different places have different lines.

By Maria Aleksa Szewczyk

Maria Aleksa Sonam Wangmo (she/Goddess) 🖋 my family name is Szewczyk. 🌴🦦🌴
I am weird. I believe in nature & nurture. I am an Ayurvedic Life-Style Counselor. I have a husband Loten Dahortsang. I have a daughter Kata.
ཡོཾ་ཏཱ་རེ་ཏུ་ཏྟཱ་རེ་ཏུ་རེ་སྭཱ་ཧཱ།
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! That’s for my family. 🐚🪨
I have a mandala.
I have Big Love in my life. I have children.
Chocolate is my friend. We are teachers. Chocolate has much to teach.
We love to help people. 🧉

💕Motherhood is important 🌬

I am an Author. ☮️ to people.
Art, culture & language of women 💃🏻
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