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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

Little Girl Wants To Play

It’s getting windy..
Like a storm coming.
The burnt leaves start to rustle..
Gathering for the final hustle.
Dirt sprinkles through the air..
Thunder effects flickering on this affair.
Her swing travels high..
Ignoring the flock of birds as they cry.
Tiny drops touching her cheeks..
Looking up that very cloud she seeks.
How will I go?
Her toes goes slow as she speaks.
Finding a pair of eyes..
Running at one breath she flies.
On his arms as she lies.
Let’s go it’s late..
Dusk is turning a darker shade.
But before we fade..
Sit here by my side..
While I scrape you some mud and clay.
As papa’s little girl still wants to play..
And now this storm will not dare to go the wrong way.

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