My Own Sky 02
Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.
The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation. such is the nature of art.
Don’t forget, beautiful sunsets, need cloudy skies.
Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth.
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.
In the sky an infinitude of hope, a canvas of glory for all possibilities mine.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieves, by the letting of a little water.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
And they were canopied by the blue sky, So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
Don’t let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.
The sky and the strong wind have moved the spirit inside me till I am carried away trembling with joy.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
The sky is the limit. You never have the same experience twice.
Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It’s the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us. Even when the sky is filled with clouds, the Sun still shines above.
Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand, for victory will be ours. The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.The night sky is a miracle of infinitude.
We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
Imagine there’s no heaven, it’s easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today.You are the sky. Everything else,it’s just the weather.
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Copyright © Aliza Kashmala Kiran | Year Posted 2019
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