Touching The Sky by Shreya D. Chattree

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Come for me, sweet tomorrow.
Help me touch the sky.
Like a well-learned bird opens its wings,
I, too, want to fly high.
Don't let the darkness of yesterday
Blind my vision to evolve.
Coming out of the bitterness of the past,
Help me let my flaws absolve.
Make me like a rainbow,
The colours mingled together,
But all of them in show.
Help me discover my hidden talents
And pull myself together with efforts gallant.
Let me be a beacon of goodness
For the people I meet.
Help me hear the music of life
And follow every beat.
Come for me, sweet tomorrow.
Help me touch the sky;
Like a well-learned bird opens its wings,
I, too, want to fly high.

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