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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr

Owe

What do I owe the stars..                           
Shining brightly tonight,
Until tomorrow as they go out of sight.
What do I owe the moon..
That kissed me too soon,
Not knowing the fact,
that I wouldn’t be around until noon.
What do I owe the way..
That didn’t ever delay,
It’s course of dismay.
What do I owe the lie..
That gave out a sigh,
But it couldn’t resist why.
What do I owe the dark..
That made me loose,
Every path I tried to choose.
What I do owe..
From whatever I know,
Is that it’s all going to go..
Leaving the days to be sore,
And the nights shut behind the door,
Tripping on the floor..
Looking out for me,
As I cease to be around anymore.

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