…..

He spoke to me one day,
About the skies that lie far away,
He said he wanted to touch them,
He said he wanted to fly,
He wanted to try.
I saw him go over, in anger and Despair
All everybody did was, give him a grin and a glare.
He saw through it all,
Never did he fall.
He hid Away all his secrets in a white box of flame,
He knew, it was tame.
He traveled through the times,
He saw all the rimes.
He came back home one day,
He spoke about the skies that lie far away.
His eyes, shone with glee,
As the skies he could see,
“They are Beautiful,
The world is cruel”
………….
-AS.

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