Randomness in Sleep

...come break me into pieces
with your hands divine
give me away to the world
or make this world all mine.




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When you fly pass those battlefields,
halt a while, breathea little,
stop flapping your wings weak
plunge into a glide,
let the flight run slower
forget the journey
for those moments few
treat your eyes
savour those master's moves
enjoy their skilful hands
toiling hard
watch their, playful smile
planning each and every part
of that beauty called Victory

Still O Son, be warned
Dont fly too close to them
They are warriors,
they outshine a thousand suns
they beat down the sea
by a thousand fathoms.




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