BLUE SKIES

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 Blue Skies


The lonely and precious afternoon conversed with the silent skies, whispering to the remaining light of the day, where the pains I carried subsided.

 

It was comparable to the path of angels as they were carried towards the wandering clouds.

 

Contentment wiped away the silent tears of my inexpressible joys as I recounted the pages of the whispers of my soul.

 

How beautiful this scenery… how blessed are my eyes that witnessed this gift of nature, that I was given the chance to admire this beautiful world.

  

As I drifted along the current of life under these beautiful  blue skies…








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