Blur Skies...
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Last published Wed, Sep 24, 2014
Oh sky where are you? I can't find you anymore. Lost in the darkness of pollution and never ending storeys. Where is the summer breeze of fresh air? Where is the mornin armour of bliss. I can't find you. Everyday my heart steps out of the soul in search for you and it returns mindless. I try to find peace in pictures of front post cards but I can't feel them. Where is my day going? I can't find the time to look up and notice you. Where are the birds flying? They seem to sing no more. If by coincidence I look up the reality around me forces me to face my own reflection. Oh mirror! Tell me the truth! Where is the sky?
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