The Sky

by Milly aged 10

The sky is red
and I’m feeling dread,
I do not know what will happen next.
the sky is yellow
my dear fellow,
I’m sorry for what happened here now.
The sky is like death.
We may all take our last breath.
I’m sorry what I had to do,
I really didn’t think it through.

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