When the wind blows further than one can see,
Fly a kite.
never alone my dear, but with me.
Where the eye can forever see, but needn't look for anything.
Where one will doubt their very own sight,
Hum and sing, all you need bring,
Is a thin, colourful kite,
and but a string.
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Why the world is a canvas, a sheer painting,
One shall never understand,
But really, they don't even need to.
Listen to the animal calls, roll off the hills, and ring.
Of course, nothing shall ever go as planned.
A canvas of blue, so true, just the wind and me,
my kite, and you.
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When the wind blows down your sails,
And you fall and can't seem to get up,
I will lend a gentle hand, yours to take.
And fix your sails, so the good prevails.
So nobody needs give up,
sip this tea, look at this cup.
And not a heart needs to break,
Nothing at stake.
Come what may,
Just another lovely day.
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Though the string may bite,
Perhaps next time, I shan't hang on so tight.
Stare at the sky, fly this kite,
I remember your delight,
Such a beautiful sight.
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Oh how I only wish those kites could fly forever,
That I could take back little mistakes in life, and make it all better,
Look back at yesterday,
But always do I know, without you,
I'd be a lost soul.
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'Because I loved you yesterday,
I love you today.
I'll love you forever,
and always.'
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Spontaneous Works of an Endless Dreamer (Poetry)
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