The sky is wide, the air is light,
A thread in hand, a heart takes flight.
No chains to bind, no weight to bear,
Only the wind, only the air.
The kite ascends, a fleeting spark,
A whisper dancing in the dark.
No past to hold, no fear to keep,
Just endless blue, so vast, so deep.
Each tug and pull, a lesson wise,
That freedom bends but never dies.
Let go, let rise, let currents guide,
No need to chase, no need to hide.
The month is long, yet slips away,
Like drifting clouds at break of day.
No hand can grasp, no mind can claim,
Yet all is full, yet all remains.
A moment lost, a moment found,
A breath, a step, a touch of ground.
The kite returns, the dance is done,
Yet sky and wind remain as one.
No need for chains, no need for ties,
The soul unbound will touch the skies.
And though we land, and though we stay,
The wind still calls, the kites still play.
So lift your hands, release your mind,
And follow where the breezes wind.
For freedom sings in silent streams,
A kite, a breath, a dream of dreams.
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