Milomi's world

I found a piece of paper and coloured it blue.
There. I held a small part of the sky.
I told my friend that it was mine but it could be hers too;
I would share.
I held that piece of paper close to my chest
And we whispered secrets that her clouds would keep forever.
We even put it to test
Checking that the sky was true to its promise.
Too many years later, I find that same paper,
Its frayed ends, holes, tears, and greyish appearance terrify me.
Maybe this is an act of nature.
Maybe not.

Written by
Milomi.

Day 9/30.

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