Under AttainmentA Poem by BSometimes you just have to have high hopes !Color of pale runs off retention Blue birds baffle unknown branches A key of witts in a world of freedom For it's behind helium proximities Attuned to a heart of many Yet flees a singular beat Predetermined past would you deem me silent As the chase of water slips away Calling out lost forgotten names Differing tides stand in crowds Attained in full closure gotten away Closer to seem ivory far Taken down by arrangements to performance Counting times of secured love If by hoping they are but framed stories Of all that is given Never gone
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