Sky has no limits
No fences // No walls // No hate
The sky cries freedom.
Dreamers dare rise above
Flying toward the sun
Photo: Ruth A. Roth
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I run around taking pictures of clouds like that all the time! Your poem is perfect for those beautiful clouds.
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Thank You! We were driving on the beltway and they were so beautiful, I had my wife shoot several photos for me to use in my blog!
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Keep the clouds coming!
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I love the thunderheads!
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Wow! This one actually makes you feel like your soaring above the clouds! Love it!! 😍
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I love clouds. They’re always free.
Nice piece.
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Thank you very much! They are always gorgeous when those thunderheads from!
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Beautiful!
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wonderful combination of image and words (K)
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thank you so much!
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Beautiful Dwight, the sky, nature don’t have fences, walls nor hate.
The just are, Life. Can we learn? 😊 .
Love your photo too.
Miriam
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Thank you Miriam! We still have a lot to learn!
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Yes, the sky cries freedom… especially on this night of full moon. The cries are haunting. Dreamers being squashed. The sky cries. I do, too.
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Thanks Jan. I appreciate your comments.
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Nature’s true freedom 🌿
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yes!
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Your metaphor sums up our lives. This is a great post!😊
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