Next of the window a large pasture
There is no tree
You put the reel on the table
Which is closer to the window
Till now kite is flying
You've never backed at this home
Because it's forlorn.
Lilac flame I can see heart of that colorful kite
Wind blowing it's burning on and off
An orphan child sat
under the light pols With no shirt
it was middle of the winter
he was quivering
After a while felt I have found myself
Over there
nothing is last long but everything is meaningful stay inside
looks like sounds like
Just a Serene pond.
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