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Kite
by
Raghab Nepal
Elegant
colours that swirl in the sky
Those run the admiration of all too high.
Seemingly free like that sky is mine,
I seem to keep my flight towards the divine.
But the harsh reality that I'm chained,
Flying with the push and pull of thread
Until another come for my rescue
Freeing me to sway, the way I wish.
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