Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Embraced Sky

"Each evening I look up at the stars..."

Embraced Sky

Each evening I look up at the stars,
the giant blue garden of heaven.
I embrace the sky,
it isn't that far.
That flashy sparkling golden star,
with rubby nuance, that pebble,
in the necklace so high
up there, I know, I feel it,
this must be you, papa, you are winking at me from heaven.







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