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Until You Find The Clear Blue Sky


"His existence is a matter of debate,
Some say it’s all about faith.

When you feel you have lost the anchor,
And life seems to be drifting away fast,
All you wish for is to find that one hook.

Just something to hold onto for the moment,
Just something until the haze has cleared,
And you will find the clear blue sky again.

Its all going to take a while,
But trust yourself, hold onto self for a while.
All you need is some faith, some trust,
And you will find the clear blue sky again."


-          VJ ~ Says ~ Cheers and Peace!

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  1. Mine is almost on a similar premise too :).. Nice one

    PhenoMenon
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    1. Thanks Pheno... Hey you have fantastic photo blog... cheers to that :)

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  2. I am sure I will find the blue sky again...I am too looking for that hook! Beautiful lines yaa

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    1. Thanks Shilpi... Glad you liked it... sure we will all find our clear blue sky one day :)

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  3. wow so simply put, yet so touching. lovely!

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  4. The lines are very rich in meaning. The dark clouded sky polishes & strengthens our trust, faith on ourselves!

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