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There was once a kite flyer who flew his kites so high He can hold on to his strings and never get tired He makes his kites by hand He makes 'em colorful He makes 'em grand So one day, the kite maker flew his finest kites In the hopes of showing everyone his amazing feats of flight But because there were so many and the wind was strong His strings tangled and the flight patterns got all wrong one of the strings snapped and one of the kites flew the wind took it and away it blew One by one the strings broke and all the kite flyer can do was to watch them float away from him, the kites were set free All his hard work, his dreams. his reality The kite flyer looked up the sky crying and regretting There's nothing left of him nothing but broken strings
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
The Kite Flyer
There was once a kite flyer who flew his kites so high He can hold on to his strings and never get tired He makes his kites by hand He makes 'em colorful He makes 'em grand So one day, the kite maker flew his finest kites In the hopes of showing everyone his amazing feats of flight But because there were so many and the wind was strong His strings tangled and the flight patterns got all wrong one of the strings snapped and one of the kites flew the wind took it and away it blew One by one the strings broke and all the kite flyer can do was to watch them float away from him, the kites were set free All his hard work, his dreams. his reality The kite flyer looked up the sky crying and regretting There's nothing left of him nothing but broken strings
I don't know how to fly kites let alone make one
#life#people#failure#despair#success#humans#kites#frustrations
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
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