Sky in Dance

The whisper of a sky that dances,
brushes the shadows of iridescent dreams,
between curves of light and advancing silence,
sighs a breath of haunting memories.
Wings of clouds paint stories,
confused among the veils of a hidden dawn,
while the wind listens in a thousand voices,
coloring the heart with wisdom placed.
Every shade is a fleeting smile,
an echo of promises the sky unfolds,
between unveiled immensity and mind,
there, a world of magic folds and folds.
And in this dance of color and dream,
the sky whispers transparent secrets,
caresses the soul with its slow play,
following the shadows of iridescent dreams.