Watching a kite flying in one sunny noon's sky,
I remember the time I flew a kite a boy lent me
one late afternoon when I was little.
As I grinned at that freely-gliding kite,
it felt like I never wanted to give its string back to the boy who stood beside me.
"Fly higher, Kite! Don't you fall off just yet!" so I thought.
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