I dream to be a kite
with a thread pulled by a child,
with feet free to graze over
vast dry fields or mountain tops,
with eyes full of gaze over skies,
thinking he'd take me way up
to heights of his heart's reach..
The child doesn't show up
I fear, he has grown up.
Then I'd rather be a kite still
Just cut off my thread,let go.
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