Conversation with a Kite
by Bobbi Katz
Come back, come back, my runaway kite!Come back and play with me!
I'm riding and gliding on whirl-away winds. I'm going somewhere. Can't you see?
Where are you going my beautiful kite,flying so high in the sky?
I'm going to visit the lost balloons that made little children cry.
When I hold your string, oh my magical kite,why do I feel the wind in my hand?
The wind is a taste of the sky, my young friend,that I gave to a child of the land.
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I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!
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