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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

Run

Run
To the arms of your beloved..
To the warmth of mother’s smother.
To the swamp of friends..
Who will catch you as you fall behind.
To the lump of earth..
Who will ground you on a desired find.
Run..
To the land of hopes..
Gripping on the rope tightly.
Give up a fair fight before it elopes.
Run..
Back to the times..
When someone held your fingers..
And gave a nudge to walk.
Laughter echoes while hearts applauded looking at you talk.
Run..
To the farm house..
Surrounded by your cousins lot..
Where you fought , shout , and slept cuddling each other.
Where all that meant was spending as much time together.
Run..
To the midnight charms..
To the calms beyond the lusciousness.
To the now you won’t believe…
How we obnoxiously rekindled kindness.
How we unknowingly forgot to be satisfied..
And instead ran away from our own slot of forgiveness.

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