No Soul For Ever Lives Elite
A toy gift from God to poor man,kite,
A fond of small like today in eye sight,
Kites fly kissing the ozone in far height,
To find space in air for the aero flight,
Kites fly kissing the ozone in far height,
Falling down sudden like a heavy weight,
Reminding the tale of human plight-
That "No soul for ever lives elite"!
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