There's a stringless kite fluttering in the breeze.
Once the kite was a glorious thing.
It had a long tail fluttering behind it.
And it's spine was strong and supple.
It's frame was sturdy and strong.
It's colors were pure and vibrant.
It wasn't the prettiest of kites, but it was full of life and hope.
It flew strong and proud above tree tops, and balconies and the tallest of buildings.
It skimmed the skies and flirted with the heavens.
It spoke the language of the rushing winds,
And rode alongside the clouds.
Once it submitted to a little boy.
The boy became the kite's anchor.
The kite loved the flights it could achieve when nestled in his hands,
But the boy couldn't handle the kite.
The kite flew fast and wild.
The boy struggled to keep up.
The kite's glassed thread ripped from his fingers,
It cut his hand,
It made him bleed,
It made him ache.
The kite flew far away.
The boy cried over his cut,
But soon forgot the pain,
Moved on,
Found a new kite.
The kite never submitted itself again.
It now flew the skies rudderless,
Occasionally it would alight on a tree,
Sometimes it would fly for a bit with other kites,
It now had no anchor,
It had no one to untangle it,
It's thread no longer had a cutting edge,
It's tail was tattered,
It's spine no longer straight,
There were stains on it's body.
It's frame was bent and damaged.
The boy cut his hand again,
On another kite,
And came looking for his old one again,
He found it,
Held it in his hands,
Saw it's worn condition,
Saw it's faded colors,
But still tried to fly it,
Only, the kite wasn't as glorious as before.
It couldn't fly like it once did,
The boy got bored,
Tossed it aside,
Moved on.......
Now the kite lies on the ground,
Awaiting a gust of wind,
Which will make it soar again,
It awaits a miracle which will make it fly again,
The kite is grounded now but hasn't given up,
It believes in it's destiny to be a kite,
It might not fly very high any longer,
But soar it shall!
But for now,
There's a stringless kite fluttering in the breeze.
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