Kite

Dry and parched
A screaming wind
Bellows of the maker
Tumble down rivers
A torrent, a whisper
The long shadow of loss
Bridges over the ruin
The cries of the unheard
Shallow in merits
Fueled by want
Unfolding for no one
The secret of day remains
Chasing itself backward
On the wing

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