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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

Don't Wait

Don’t wait on me..
I might be the one you.
Will never see.
Don’t wait on me..
There’s probably more..
You want to hear..
Besides gluing yourself to a no ear.
Don’t wait on me..
With all the fear inside..
It’s never worth the ride..
Make your life spread over wide.
Don’t wait on me..
As truth is that..
I never left your side..
Still sitting looking at you…
When I watch the high tide..
While waves touch my feet…
Melting down the sand’s fleet..
A want to cease the water as they meet..
For a few seconds dirty but..
Drenching them neat.
Those seconds of liberty..
Pops a smile like the painted street…
Where you never end up to sleep.
But draw a picture closer to keep..
Don’t count on me..
I was never that deep.

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