THE KITE (Rhyme)A Chapter by DhayeInspired by "Ang Guryon"Holding the tie with my hand I ran free and wild I was the guide.
But strong wind came I lost my grip, what a shame! It flew away, higher like a plane.
I was left alone, worried and sad How can it take longer, I’m bad Without the guide, how long can it stand?
Will it come back to my hands tomorrow? If not, I pray it will be held by someone in sorrow So that he will hold it better than what I did times ago.
© 2014 DhayeAuthor's Note
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