Kites

Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly
But I got stuck to the wall
Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly
random colors like random thoughts
Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly
Carved wooden sticks like carved feelings
Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly
shiny edges like brightly lit smile
Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly
pointing towards the sky with hope like a person in love
Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly
But I sit pretty on the wall

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Preeti
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The many colors of freedom portrayed through the life of a kite….wonderful!

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Kites.

Kites. long poem

Kites , high they fly On their distinct path Wandering, discovering, redefining … With burning desire They fly… Red, green, white, gray and golden All belonged to me Or do they?? Red , is my first favourite It flies forever,