The wind chased the kite like a prize.
They lifted off the ground and painted the sky with a passionate red.
The waltz and fluttered as they met turbulence, but the wind was determined to push on.
They claimed the sky their dance floor
However, like the wind, you were never meant to stay forever.
The moment the kit run towards the wind, the chase is over.
The kite will fall.
The kite knows it will sore again.
But nothing ever changes as the kite is never meant to stay.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
