The skies were crimson, much alike blood.
I close my eyes and stretched out my hand and I pictured this scene.
"The sky was bleeding, drops of blood everywhere on my hands."
I looked to my left, and lo and behold; a rainbow.
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On the bus back home after work, I stared into the abyss.
Until when I looked up, I realise there was a bliss.
Light shining through the clouds, as if the sun itself was encased in clouds.
A sight to behold, that I clearly remember .
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"You have something in you that keeps you going on Manfred. That's good stuff in you. You never turned away from God."
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