Past Revisited...

Sunday, May 23, 2004

Whenever I see the sky
I see it is filled with the color of life;
Whenever I think about life
I feel a particular uncertainty to it;
Whenever I brood over the uncertainties
I skip my daily dose of freshness;
Whenever I stop to inhale the freshness
I am reminded of the gloom surrounding me;
Whenever I try to clear away that gloom
I am pushed down by the difficulties;
Whenever I put aside these difficulties
I am swept away by the never-ending questions;
Whenever I ponder over these questions
I look up high in the sky, and
Whenever I see the sky...

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