Beyond the sky
The plain ground calls,
Like drop of water falls,
Offering bed of roses,
A real or an imaginary paradise it poses,
Below, I wasn’t ready to break more walls.
The blue bowel above remained visible,
Reminding me to soar – it’s advisable,
A much more deadly path to thread,
Many ascended, felled but I dared,
Leaving my footprints there - indelible.
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