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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

Weeping Mad

They keep talking to your eyes
But whatever they say are just lies
While they instantly make up for your why's
As you always handle their cries
That trickle for no rhyme or reason
That juggle between temperaments independent of any season

They keep looking into you
But I am pretty sure they look through you
While they have every clue how to replace the truth
As you always get to dismantle...
Those pieces of the puzzle that prick you deep
By picking them which you cannot stop yourself but keep that one..
That finally revealed to be broken bad..
From the very beginning..
And now you are weeping mad...



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