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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

Hold

I held you long enough..
Now it’s time to go.
Is that so ?
What made you think though ?
There’s nothing to think..
And it’s pointless to blink.
You don’t hold someone to leave..
What if there’s insanity to believe?
The eyes I see..
Are meant to be free.
Struck with still..
Is thy only will.
Unhold is a tree without leaves..
Your roots grow deep..
So don’t be the one to weep.
I will hold you tight..
And let go quiet.
So that your breathe can fly.
To branch that high..
That looking down will blind you..
That until then someone will find you..
I have tighten my hold..
As this night is getting cold.

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