The Sky Remembers

There’s a whisper on the hillside,

There’s a shimmer in the wheat,

There’s a silence where the children

Used to dance beneath their feet.

Now the sky is softly humming,

Like a song with no refrain,

And a shadow glides in circles —

Carried gently by the pain.

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🌌 The sky remembers, the earth still cries,

Though no name is carved in stone or skies.

A feather falls where a soul once stood,

And the wind says nothing… but it understood.

Though we vanish in the fire or the flood,

The sky remembers. The sky remembers blood.

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Once the stars were only stories,

Now they blink through satellite,

And the drones above the rooftops

Sing in place of lullabies.

No more kings, no more prophets,

Just the silence of the stream,

Where a boy once chased the fireflies,

Now he only runs in dreams.

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🌌 The sky remembers, the trees bow low,

Even pixels carry grief below.

What was once a world of open roads,

Now is measured out in silent codes.

We fall, we rise, we fade like breath —

But the sky remembers every death.

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🕊️ Let the doves fly,

Let the wind cry,

Let the old songs

Tell us why.

In the hush of

Breaking day,

We still hope

They'll turn away…

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🌌 The sky remembers, and always will,

Every name, every prayer, every hill.

And if we vanish, one by one,

Our echoes still rise with the sun.

We come, we go — and yet we stay…

The sky remembers anyway.

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🎹[ [Soft piano outro fading into wind and one high string note...]]