Dreams of a Kite
A kite sat on tree-trunk thinking
‘Only if that one can fall asleep
The offspring can be delicious
And my life will be full of stories
Let no ray of light descend
I pray the stars forget to rise
All will be well here with me
As I swoop without missing
They will amuse themselves with feathers
As I enjoy the fair meat during my meals
The world will pay attention to me
As no joke will be my name in the hills
Every swoop gives me greatness
Every swoop earns them rolling tears
With loud cries from the bushes of life
My name shall be feared from hill to hill
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