• acclaim_stories 10w

    Just a little to the edge of the bricked wall,
    I stood looking high above waiting for the almighty call.
    Those fluffy looking clouds floating, teasing me with their presence
    Since I was not privileged with wings to fly, they made a mockery of my existence.
    Even the sun knew when to set and meet its beloved, the sea
    Freeing the sky from the color blue ‘cause it’s time for evening tea.
    I waited for the night to arrive to take me to the stars,
    My mother called from above when I was fighting wars.
    The moon came up with all its shine, she was there beside as the brightest one
    I went to look for joy in death, for I have completed my run.

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