Hope shouldn’t dieIf you want to fly,To touch the skyWith your soul.Who knows you?Nevermind.Wings that come From your sanityYou knowThere is something Who drags youTo the mudBut if you seeA little saplingAlways looks up,Though it knowsThe sky never comes to itStill, it growsLooking up the high. Never claim it as poetry just I am trying […]
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