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Summer skylarks Dart about the heavens Above the deep mountains.
Whereever you go we will share the same sky
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
Clouds very high look
not one word helped them get up there
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Here the sky is wrapped in silk. The breathings of so many men and animals, and the smoke of your coal, and the fog, oh, it is too much. The Paris sky is perfect. A man must see clearly, to see something new.
Clouds are high flying Fog
Throughout history people have gazed at the skies in wonder. You only have to stand at the base of a church steeple to understand why.
The sky cries for those filled with sadness
Until it has scared you with its endlessness, sky is just sky.
They are flying now above a dreamscape of rollercoasting white cloud crests. It feels sometimes like a premonition of death. Being so high up in the sky where no other living creature can survive. Where there is nothing solid. Just shifting transparency, luminous endless space.
Flying High with the Angels
Clouds veiled the mountains,
The sky is a meadow of wildstar flowers.
The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'.
The vast sky is not hindered by the floating clouds.
I've never believed in American skies, but I've always beleived in America.
Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was far away, the thing all about one, the world one actually lived in, was the sky, the sky!
Kiss the sky with me,
The skies have been filled with amethyst tears.
It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.
My dreams have been filled with shadows and wings - the booming of wings soaring between mountain passes.
Fly high... Where the only chill that cuts through you is the wind. Where your heart pounds from exhilaration not disappointment and after ascending through cloudy wisps, brushing your wings, there is only the clear blue horizon beckoning you forth....
When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.
I actually like getting up to blue skies.
Only the sun is in the sky. Nothing flies. There are no angels here.
The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue.
The sky is the source of light in Nature and it governs everything.
You can soar with great wings far beyond the sky.
A sky full of silent suns.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
Outside the sky is light with stars
The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.
Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the trails and rivers, with the wind in the leaves as its tide.
Under a sky that hasn't been blue for weeks.
Like an entirely cloudless sky when one is going mountaineering ...
Gazing out from the mountains, the clouds are whiter, the sky is bluer, the air seeping into your lungs is as clear as the water roaring down from the snow, melting on the high peaks. A place where heaven is a little closer.
Such a sky. The widest she'd ever seen. Even more than the long bow of the shoreline and the eternal spread of the sea, it was the sky Betsy could not fold into her understanding, the cliffs and hillocks of the land overturned, sculpted into the stony clouds and softened with the promise of light.
Well the sky always seemed like another ocean to me, you know? Like we live between two incredible oceans, and we'll never get to the bottom of either of them.
There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
Dusk falls. There is nothing gentle
about the sky.
When the wind came it split the sky and shouldered the cloud-band left and right; unbarring great clear furnaces of rolling gold.
Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.
The sky already fell. Now what?
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
The sky is always there for me, while my life has been going through many, many changes. When I look up the sky, it gives me a nice feeling, like looking at an old friend.
The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.
The sky itself reels with Love.
I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky
same as it always was.
Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.
the skys the limit, your sky, your limit
When you look up at the sky, you have a feeling of unity which delights you and makes you giddy.
There will be another sky, my love, just you wait
Death in the Clouds
My soul is in the sky.
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
Torrent of light and river of air,
Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen,
Like gold and silver sands in some ravine
Where mountain streams have left their channels bare!
The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A glorious wonder to our eyes!
At forty feet, the sky is entirely black, but now starlight bleeds faintly down into the forest from between rushing gray clouds.
The canopy of trees overhead is so thick that only bits and pieces of blue sky can be seen overhead. Narrow rays of sunshine slice their way between the tree branches; slanted silver swords lighting my way.
The sky can never be frozen
because its vastness has chosen
all warmth of our lives as we look above
with unbreakable hearts armoured in love
Sombre and rich, the skies;
Great glooms, and starry plains.
Gently the night wind sighs;
Else a vast silence reigns.
Dance Above The Clouds
What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?
But the huge bowl of the sky remains untracked: no zeppelins, no bombers, no superhuman paratroopers, just the last songbirds returning from their winter homes, and the quicksilver winds of spring transmuting into the heavier, greener breezes of summer.
When we look at the sky, we see two things: The beauty of the space and the future of the humanity!
Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff
There was the sky, filled with flat-topped clouds, cruising like a fleet of anvils across the blue. George
Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.
The way Grandma paints her dream for me, there's a low sky.
I'd be your sky.Sky-- Leah Bobet
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;
like a man in a glass bottom boat.
Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.
Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew coats my grass cape My feet climb in straw sandals My hand holds an old wooden stick When I gaze down again on the dusty world It has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me
On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's beautiful.
The hills roll for miles; green, flourishing, dotted with trees and hikers. The blue sky is endless and the sun illuminates through the thin white clouds. There's a breeze coming upward and also across and as they collide it makes me feel as if I'm flying.
I have relinquished all that ties me to the world, but the one thing that still haunts me is the beauty of the sky
The evening sky was sprinkled with stars ...
Wings - -vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
The sky is falling. The sky is falling.
And I fear you won't believe it until you're covered in stars
The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.
Only weak thinkers do not love the sky.
Skies are crying,
I am watching,
Catching teardrops in my hands.
Only silence, as it's ending,
Like we never had a chance.
Do you have to make me feel
Like there's nothing left of me?
The sky is white.
Into the sky to win or die.
The fog between the trees of ghosts who lift suns.
Sometimes, flying feels too godlike to be attained by man. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for human eyes to see .
When I look up and see the sun shining on the patch of white clouds up in the blue, I begin to think how it would feel to be up somewhere above it winging swiftly thought the clear air, watching the earth below, and the men on it, no bigger than ants.
Oh beautiful for spacious skies, but now those skies are threatening. They're beating plowshares into swords for this tired old man we elected king.
The day was hot, the sun high, and the silence was so think you'd have thought the sky didn't have any air in it.
'Air' is what the world looks like: An inconvenient mashup of human politics and divine geography. We leave bits and pieces of ourselves and our history in every place we encounter.
World's flying like birds; my car's in flight. The city lights are spattered on my windshield like the fragments of the night. And I'm in flight. The sky's a wheel, a merry-go-round of wings and snow and steel, and fire. We'll tread the sky, we'll ride the scarlet horses.
Heavenly Bastard in the Sky
The horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
The sky both exists and doesn't exist. It has substance and at the same time doesn't. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in.
Vast skies in the Australian desert
waves that don't move
we slide surf glide like condors
Mountain with a sweeping view of the mountain range. Under starlight,
Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars ... God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!
A starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.