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The Ones Who Fly
some are just meant to soar,
way beyond the rainy bows,
i wonder about those paper-planes.
and where do the stray kites go?
stuck on some high up tree?
in a hooky branch's embrace?
or do they refuse to stay still
and fly up to a higher place?
when they reach the puffy clouds,
do they find a moment to rest,
or don't they know what rest is,
til the end of that high-up quest?
no matter how you try to bind,
with traps of love, and of peace,
they fly right out of your grasp,
and zoom over the seven seas.
do they head for the milkyway? ...