Kite
Dream is like a kite in your hand,
Keep Running in a deserted land,
Strong with hope flying high,
Never stop Yearning for future bright,
Wind blows in the journey,
But never impress.
How I hope my kite,
with unmeasurable sight,
will never blind.
Copyright © Zhishan Chen | Year Posted 2017
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