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Keep Flying

When things are refused,

When relations are diffused,

When days are dark,

And nights still darker,

Your stare up,

Your eyes search around,

Roaming in wilderness,

Yet in a state of stillness.

Refusal is heard loud,
Yet you don’t acknowledge its sound

Thoughts run wild,
Like a kite dangling

Without a guide.

In suspended state,

You start to lose balance,

Your swagger loses its confidence dagger

Suddenly the kite is up held tight,

‘His’ hands holding it upright

The grip of whose was just loose,

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