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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

Stroll

Take me to the broken mountain..
where the split welcomes the sun shine.
Take me through the dainty path..
where I can twirl into a sacred line.

Take me to the faded tree..
where sprung open can be a lively spree.
Take me through the deserted forest..
where a flickering night lamp will be out shining the rest.

Take me towards a crowd unknown..
Take me towards a strangely odd stone.
Take me as I give up to walk..
Take me as I dive deep to stalk.
Take me to the aligned bushes..
Take me to the stream lined ashes.

Take me to a blooming arc..
Where scattered all over is a luminous park.
Take me to a sinking cave..
Where darkness urges the instinct rave.


The echo in silence..
The calmness in resilience..
The tempo in the steps..
The touch of the fingers.
Thoughts gliding safe and sound..
While I take a stroll..
Thinking you are around.
Always holding me to the ground.


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