You Know It Perhaps... Or Not!

Covered skies with clouds and anticipation, I left them to the nights. Thinking they will be cared for. I was not right.        

Around 230 midnight, it rained. By 530 morning the skies were still pit black. Skies were also the subject of the study that kept Uma on her toes. She desired its freedom.

{You might become the next page tomorrow, this is almost dedicated to a person I deeply but quietly love. I know its fate but still, I will tend it. Give it my heart.}