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A Sound Poem

How dareth a kite jolt onto the dangerous wind?
Hath it preparing for destruction?
Or perhaps it is sailing towards its other kin
Into the heavens, the gentle direction

Whatever way it wistfully waits for,
The kite will reach the heavens evermore
Instead of being caught in a hefty tree
It waited for eternity

The kite sailed into the angelic heavens
Only to find to its eyes
That it was merely condensation,
Heating beginning to arise

It left the clouds,
Fell to earth, in mourning and its misery
Only to blissfully find
That it had not yet been eternity

The tale of the kite is a cheerful one
For the ending you clearly see
Ends as the kite is ironically stuck
In another hefty tree

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