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By @aryan_tran
up and above
drooling on a torn rug
dreamed a little child
midst the clutter and chaos
beyond the rice fields
one day he shall reach the sky
💫
the stars fell on his knees
away moved the sky
rain trickled down from his cheeks
the sunflowers faced the eye
🍂
dreams are, after all too good to be true
knew the little guy
for his eyelids had been sealed shut
with a faint promise of never opening them to pry
💤
a dream it was nevertheless
an ill defined series of delusions
little did it offer yet much enough to live off
split seconds of peace
his world was so devoid of
🦋
the air stilled and flies stopped buzzing
the world fell onto an eternal silence
for
up and above
drooling on a torn rug
dreamed a little child
midst the clutter and chaos
beyond the rice fields
one day,
he shall reach
✨ the skies ✨