atop the open green space,
the free people unwind chords.
strings attached to its motifs, their feet ran.
pulling, a lift underneath,
it picked up and spread its wings.
up and above they went.
a beautiful sight, a carefree heart.
never forgetting the little speech.
smile, to know an answer to a place.
ache, to wonder if it was even a valid dream.
to share a dream, or to have already flown high.
sitting on the grass, realizing how much i longed.
longed to fly the kite.
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