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Oct 2014
To learn to fly each day
or die?
Death offers no false start.
Not living to retrieve
or multiple what I've gained or lost.
I find myself in the ruins
of new beginnings, uncoiling
my life.
Now, would tie my heart into a knot
around a tree
To ensure something will always
hold me and will
never let me fall.
My dreams twist.
Hope battles with darkness.
Hope defuses into darkness.
To extent my day blue.
One of those days when you feel, luck isn't with you.
Ekuu
Written by
Ekuu  India
(India)   
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