Above the cloud lies a yellow sun sky,
Where all appears clear, nothing passing by,
Too high for the birds when upon the wing,
Too high for a phone to so harshly ring,
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Sometimes we all need a bolthole, nice idea Ernestine and well penned as always, 10 Lynda xx
I think I would like this one better without the last two lines, but its peace is unbounding, isn't it, that place so far beyond the reach of earth-ties...well done!
Above the cloud there is just endless space, Nothing to plague you, liberty’s embrace. these are beautiful lines, ernestine.