If I were a
kite,
I would have
the right
To soar up
in the sky
And fly very
very high.
With the
help of my wooden bones
I would fly
over cities and stones.
Oh! My
lovely paper skin
It would be
so very thin.
And my
frisky ribbon tail,
I would sail
through the strongest gale.
How
colourful I would be
People would
stare and stare at me.
Up above the
world so high,
I would fly,
fly and fly.
-Harshika Jain
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