The sky is
A migrating sea seen through
The aquarium of the windows
Of a library.
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Spoiler
This was a random inspiration I had while staring out the window at the sky one day; it was particularly windy and cloudy, hence the subject seen above. I don't normally dabble in poetry, so all comments are appreciated--especially if you can tell me *what* kind of poem this turned out to be. xD It has almost a haiku or limmeric feel to it, but more than likely it's free-form. *shrug* I want to know what you think, though!
(Any suggestions as to how it might be broken up are welcome, also, because it originally started out as a single sentence that had some meter and rhyme to it, but...yeah. >>)
