I was speaking.
Speaking about the stairs
Which takes one to sky.
I demonstrated too.
I was half passed.
It happened in the middle or so.
How can I say, middle.
I m not sure about the end.
Whatever, that step was missing!
On which i stood.
When the wind which carried me
To the nowhere in the vast
asked me,
Then i was searching for that.
The words!
Those words which made my step,
Oh! Know the whole stairs.
I lost the most, and
I saw some flying!
I tried to bring back and hold tight.
Those words, na
Which I thought, I lost…
Had their own home far away!
And, it’s so secret
I am in a magic school.
Picking lost words from nowhere.
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