I saw a kite flying by the other day,
A forlorn traveller on their windswept way,
To where I do not know, and neither do they,
For they are on the winds way.
Where will it go, what will it see,
I wonder why I wonder these things.
I will never know and I should never care,
And yet here I am, wondering where.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
