dreams, poetry

My dreams in a kite

When I was a child,
I used to fly a kite.
Thought my dreams would come true.
As it reached the full moon.

It used to get up high
and be lost in the sky.
But one day,
while the fiercest wind blew,
my precious kite away flew.

My dreams had gone far,
I thought,
never to come back,
and with my illusions it went,
So they weren’t to be meant.

As time passed by,
and could stop the sigh,
I recognised my mistake
Concluding that painful ache.

My dreams hadn’t left me,
They were all the time by me,
But I couldn’t believe it,
As a child’s life is fantastic.

Ma. Lulu

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