I throw pebbles at the sky

I look at the virgin sky,
It's a sunny day
And pretty warm.
Nothing strange is happening.
It's another day as before.
I measure again, still there's a vast distance
Between us and she ignores my intonation.
My rickety ladder looks so tired of my failure attempts.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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