
just out of reach
out of breath for trying
you give me quite a race
to the end of the day
*
just out of reach
behind the sun is shining
the outline finger traced
you beckon me to play
*
just out of reach
my will is bent on flying
to meet you in a place
warmed always by your rays
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*
Yesterday, I chased the clouds. The beautifully outlined clouds held back the sun’s full light.
There are some things you can never capture on camera. A glimpse of heaven I believe is one of them.
What do you chase in your excursions of life?
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