Sweet heart of mine,
Love looking at the sky.
Watching birds up high
And wish I could fly.

When I was young,
I used to ask.
Papa God, is that your house?
The place where your angels hide?

The sky becomes my friend since then.
When I need some help,
I will raise my head,
And hope God is watching over.

I envy the birds.
They can fly.
I wonder if they are angels,
Just in disguise..

Beautiful blue sky,
Stay like that.
When you change colours,
I'm thinking God must be mad.

When you are blue,
Everything seems perfect.
And when I look at you,
I see Papa God smiling over!

The picture above is taken by me during my trip to Morocco. The lovely blue sky with the birds flying high and the sea was such a mesmerising view. That moment I was there was just perfect. Everything!

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