Flying Kites Flying Dreams

When summer comes with blazing heat And children seek for some delight They take their kites of shapes and hues And fly them high in the air so blue
The kites do dance upon the breeze And children laugh with hearts at ease They dream of flying like the kites And reaching for the stars so bright
But summer days do not last long And children grow and change their song They leave their kites and dreams behind And face the world with troubled mind
Yet sometimes when they look above And see the kites they used to love They feel a pang of sweet regret And wish they could be children yet

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