Kite’s Flight

I was created from scratch, Indifferent to the match of each patch. Sticks intertwined, my body's frame, With newspaper skin, an unconventional aim. Yet children perceive beauty in me, As I soar in the sky, wild and free. Gazing at clouds in various forms, As my friends bid farewell, weather norms. But alas, my flight … Continue reading Kite’s Flight