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[1: 1,091 of 10,000] Kite & My Childhood

In Poem on July 23, 2013 at 12:00 AM

Kite

I made a kite in the most artsy way I can

With the anticipation to let it fly

Freely with that much height in the blue sky

I ran to launch it

Release the twine

All my hopes that it sores proud

Not to lose it and dive down

It was during a windy yet sunny season

Where kids sprout for kiting

It was a fun childhood game

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