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Monday, 30 September 2013

Above the clouds


Above the clouds, it's a magical place
Away from the bustle, with peace its replaced
The colours are brighter, the air soft and clear
Not a bird, not a building, there's noone else here
The sun slowly rises, it's glare is so bright
Chasing away the remains of the night
Creating a warm and red rosy glow
Melts to yellow, and then a bright blue starts to grow
You can see for miles, it's like there's no end
And then it is time to begin to descend
Through fluffy clouds, from the beauty above
But with joy to return to the ones that we love 

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