Flying High As A Kite
Either return crashing down or return gliding down
What goes up must come down
Life knows how to keep us humble
Do not let life make you feel like a clown
Just don't crumble
They say a king's crown is his glory
Peasants have their pride for glory
A king may lose his crown
He remains a monarch in the crowd
We may achieve our goal
Just don't return to your dark hole
We may feel so high
That we may fall back with a sigh
Fly fly kite
Take flight
For you shall be grounded soon
Return to your dune
Kite flying in the sky
Return Kite where you belong
Grounded like a birdsong
About the Creator
Mariann Carroll
Proactive for positive change.Born in the City of Chicago ,Illinois.
Multi race .Studied in a foreign country .Fluent in several languages .
fascinated by diversity.A Romantic and a dreamer.Interest in healthy living
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