A thread bond them together
as they swayed through different winds,
Sometimes shooting high like a rocket
or zigzagging through trees and obstacles,
Trying to survive out there
competing and free among each other,
One with the sky, among the birds
flapping their colorful wings and slytherin tails,
As they skydive to kiss the ground
only to be pulled up again,
Seems like a hand of God to them
but it's just a kid's excitement.
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PoetrySome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.
