Shapes In The Sky

A dark slit in the sky I see,

Shapes peaking out different so free,

Some emerge unique,

Some are different,

Some dissolve in the smoke cloud in orange,

Some resemble like a shape of zebra threads.

Dark orange it is today,

Some of it seems like pimple dots of clouds in the sky,

Some try to shield around like white in this orange colour,

Evoking the scattered and separation in between,

It is the shape in the sky of realm.

Some part seems clear like always,

Some is still unclear like rare,

It is picture perfect looks evident after the sky wash,

The rain comes timely to clean the sky,

And wash away the dirt down the earth,

The sky is our personality,

The earth is our mirror,

The dirt is our mistakes and faults that peer,

They are the shapes in the sky,

Making unusual patterns leaving the sky still beautiful,

It is the shape in the sky ,

It is us who are with imperfections, where the beauty lies..