The Kites flew in race.
The race to escape. They all wanted to escape to another land.
Not knowing where. But they soared high.
I held on to one string. Then jumped to another. Perhaps the other one was stronger.
I clung to it, the third one.
Take me with you, for I have been waiting since long.
I clung to them blind in hope. Did I trust the strings?
Perhaps, I don’t know. I just allowed myself to fly.
The race to escape. They all wanted to escape to another land.
Not knowing where. But they soared high.
I held on to one string. Then jumped to another. Perhaps the other one was stronger.
I clung to it, the third one.
Take me with you, for I have been waiting since long.
I clung to them blind in hope. Did I trust the strings?
Perhaps, I don’t know. I just allowed myself to fly.
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