Paradises Lost
. for public domain
A child's favorite balloon
taken rudely by the wind,
up and far over the hills,
never to be seen again.
Or brightly colored kites,
tethered to our tiny hands,
strings torn unforgivingly,
soar then to forgotten lands.
Nature's lessons, hard and cruel,
chasten children in its school,
teach their grasp on happiness
is fleeting. Such is Life's long rule.
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