Kite ..
Wind in the chest, that paper-skin gone tight..
A long flutterin tail, teasing birds in their flight..
A tug on the string and up it goes,
high above the world, away from its woes..
picking on the whiff, riding the breeze,
cruising alongside the angels, with such an ease..
Blessed by the zephyr, tasting the freedom..
it tries to conquer soaring heights,
unaware that someone down there, controls all its flights !
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