The sky doesn’t rush to reply.
It stretches, gathers clouds,
holds silence like wisdom.
When questions crowd my heart,
I look up.
Some answers come as light,
some as storms,
and some arrive only as patience.
The sky reminds me
that not every answer is immediate,
not every doubt needs words,
and sometimes,
standing still beneath vastness
is itself the reply.
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