Little girl flying a beautiful kite,
How far could you hold on to it's flight?
The wind may blew it's string away,
Little girl, holding into the thread of faith.
Little girl, the clouds are getting dark,
You should go home before it rains hard.
Little girl why do you keep on holding your kite?
Thunder and lightning, did it not scare you at all?
Little girl, the storm has passed,
I'm proud to see you face them as a strong and fearless lass,
Little girl, why do you let your kite float you from the ground so fast?
Little girl, why you leave me with a broken heart?
Little girl, I love you so much.
Little girl, I'm sorry if I'm too weak to keep you in my heart.
My sweet little girl, please forgive me.
My sweet little girl, be my angel and guide me.
This is another poem I made before Mother's day. Also a poem for my story The Only Hope for Me is You. Chapter 67.
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
