Simple Verse. No.2- My Kite
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I fashioned my dreams
into a kite
set it fly into the sky
I watched it soar
higher and higher
over the shrouds of sleeping fog
and clapped my hands loud
in gay abandon
But when had it eluded my grip?
I wasn’t cautious
Oh, now I see my kite
disappearing into the horizon
like a black speck of soot
signaling,
it no more belongs to me!
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