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Remember when kites soared the skies till twilight time longer, later A flimsy string that brought you power with it you charted the heavens In drooping afternoons the battle for aerial supremacy started skilled hands guided those beauties in the air a little adjustment and up they go in the cerulean sky thousands airborne a riot of colors overflowing in the gracious expanse swirling and twirling in the autumn breeze how they came in plethora of shapes and forms, and names Thrush, sparrows, flowers dragons, all mixing and blending in the celestial canvas A living collage framed in the sky raw innocence dotting the openness the laughter, the fights all written in the wind as Mother Nature makes her priceless memories under the setting sun. And come dusk, when miles of strings get rolled on a stick, the kite picked up and protected like an injured bird, and next day eager eyes looked at studied the weather from school window to start all over again How I wished, the kites return and flood the sky in riotous display for now they only soar in my dreams.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
Kites of Spring
Remember when kites soared the skies till twilight time longer, later A flimsy string that brought you power with it you charted the heavens In drooping afternoons the battle for aerial supremacy started skilled hands guided those beauties in the air a little adjustment and up they go in the cerulean sky thousands airborne a riot of colors overflowing in the gracious expanse swirling and twirling in the autumn breeze how they came in plethora of shapes and forms, and names Thrush, sparrows, flowers dragons, all mixing and blending in the celestial canvas A living collage framed in the sky raw innocence dotting the openness the laughter, the fights all written in the wind as Mother Nature makes her priceless memories under the setting sun. And come dusk, when miles of strings get rolled on a stick, the kite picked up and protected like an injured bird, and next day eager eyes looked at studied the weather from school window to start all over again How I wished, the kites return and flood the sky in riotous display for now they only soar in my dreams.
#love#memory#childhood
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miraj
Indian
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
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