When a child flew self-made kite: A poem
With paper, sticks, and glue I made it,
A colorful toy, a kite I created.
I run and pull the cotton string,
To watch my kite take off and wing.
It dances high in deep blue sky,
Soaring up, so very high.
My heart feels light, my spirit free,
As it flutters and dances up there for me.
With wind to guide its graceful flight,
I watch my self-made dream with delight.
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