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May 2020
There goes my kite
Up in the blue sky
Like a colourful bird
It soars high and high.

Fluttering its tail
Over the roofs and trees
It flips, *****
And dances with breeze.

With the gust of wind
It swirls round and round.
When wind is gone
It floats to the ground.

Sometimes to my left
Sometimes to my right
It chases the clouds
And fills heart with delight.
Krishan Kumar
Written by
Krishan Kumar  24/M/New Delhi
(24/M/New Delhi)   
     doodle poodle and Joseph Miller
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