The Blue Sky

15/6/04
9:30 p.m.

Gazing down upon us is the blue sky,
Whose companionship with the clouds;
Remind me of a brilliant expression.
The white and blue: signs of freedom;
The brightness: a hope of what’s yet to come.
But, the sky’s so high…and so are the clouds;
I don’t know why, but I am surrounded by doubts.
What if the price of freedom goes sky high?
And, what if, the hope turns into dismay?...

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