The Little Yellow Kite

Once I flew a little yellow kite
It flew to a great height,
fluttering its little ribbons in the big blue sky
- oh! what a happy sight!

But one day a wild wind blew
and the kite further flew -
I didn't not see the string snap in two
until the kite bade me: adieu!

I cried,"Come back! Oh please, come back!"
and ran after it till my strength did lack
Yet higher did the little kite soar
Higher, higher till I saw it no more.

I fell upon the grass
My tears like broken glass
Knees on the ground and eyes above -
the masochism of one slain by love.

Now upon that very ground
that my desolation found
I begin reeling in
the everlasting string.

I pull and pull till my fingers are raw
I dream and I ache but I can hope no more
that at the end of it freshly tied
would once more be - my little yellow kite.

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