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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

Listen

Listen to kittens mew..
Listen to seasons new.
Listen to a silent course..
Listen to hearts remorse.
Listen to the unheard voice..
Listen to fading noise.
Listen to the unforgotten looks..
Those hidden words.
Chasing corners.
Weary mourners..
Listening to the shouting mob..
A painful sob.
Listen to the shallow nod..
Listen to hunger swallowed.
Thirsty throat..
An impatient sigh.
A prolonged lie..
Battling inside.
Listening to collide..
Listen to a whisper.
Listen to the kiss..
Letting go..
Holding tight.
Never forgotten..
Listening a bliss..
Listening a curse.
Listening you miss..
Listening impulse.
Listen to the gone..
Listen to alone.
Listen to the shore..
Listen to it’s roar.
Listen as you follow..
Listen to an empty Willow.
Listen to unbend..
Listen to offend.
Listen to annoy..
Listen to revoke.
Listen as you may..
Listen to your dismay.
But listen to create..
A world where you relate.
And yes it means..
That you are still alive.

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