Kite

২৮ শে জুলাই, ২০১৬ রাত ১১:২২

I will cry
when it hurts you in the sun

Or in the
following dark in the night

Never put me
out to find my gun

That is with
me in the crowd, tight.

I will drag
you, out the river

I know you
will swim as you are clever

For the
flying bird you will fight

I will touch
the sky as your height.

I will go
for your favor

I will return
there never

I will be flying
in the sky as kite.

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