Flying Hopes
All my hopes look like kites,
ropes of which have already broken,
flying idly about in the sky of my mind,
They will either glide
through the heavy clouds
of my thoughts, and land softly
before evolving into caprices;
or fell one by one and smash to tiny pieces
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