Olivija Petry

March 30, 1998 - Chicago


I would love to describe
The color of the sky
In all it’s beauty and glory.

The white streak fading away
And fading to grey
As a storm is coming

The black wings of the hawk
Spread all the way out
Soaring in for its landing.

And all I want to do
Is to describe to you
The color of the sky in its glory.
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