And as much as you wish to skip these
pages of life like a tale gone awry,
you are stopped by the nodding lily,
the waft of fresh air, the unsuspecting
cuckoo-calls, the resurgence of kites
in an outrageously blue city-sky and live
in their unchanging truths, you wear
them like an armour to keep dread afar.
You also hear friendly footsteps closing by.
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