I come forward to meet you where you are, bowing as needed. I set benchmarks for greatness, as the world eulogizes me. I am the canvas for artists and writers to paint their imagination. I allow others to float on me, and create their own shapes and identity.
Imbecile rocks and ships imagine that they have obstructed my union with others, but I let them live under their grand illusions. It is a limitation of their vision, not a lacuna in my achievements.
Come closer, scratch under the surface and you may find nothing. Of course, that is only if you succeed in reaching me.
I am the sky. I am the ultimate diplomat. I am the politician.
acts are laudable
but illusions spell success
limited range of vision
with smart manipulation
catapults one to high peaks
Thursday Photo Prompt – Writephoto – Horizon
Beautiful!
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Sadly, such illusions are always more palatable than truth 😦
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The world thrives on imagination and illusions.
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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ah, the sky is the ultimate limit!
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🙂
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