the sky hold a
Lot of hope.
although sometimes present a million clouds
but the rainbow will still promise to come.
I love the way the air is preaching about sleeping in their warm, loving-warmth.
I like the calm of the sky whispering about, calm down ... and all will be fine.
I love the way the flickering lights and the shimmers of the racing stars give each other a beauty...
I love to let my heart and mind fly to the hope and conviction that live with a happy heart, learn to continue gratitude.
It's okay to fall occasionally in a sigh, forgive yourself for making a mistake.
Indeed, tears preach about a better understanding of life and laughter broadcast hold up hope.
"I love the sky tonight, it's okay even though the cold air keeps me going to be a noisy crowd now