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Ceilings high. Ceilings low
Smokey brown or white as snow
Ceilings old. Ceilings new
Some with beams of timber hew
Some sport crystal chandeliers
With droplets shaped like human tears
Others just a bulb and shade
With dimmer switch to slowly fade
In each corner, hard to erase
Cobwebs dangle to kiss your face
Ceilings in each building you pass by
The ceiling to our earth is sky.

Annkit Kummar
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