the sun barely touch the sites
the air is gentle on the landscape
it's time for painting...and flying kites.
Some trip to the desert
a visit to Starbucks in a mall
enjoy the simple tastes in life
a stolen poem...is this life, after all?
Flying kites helps me to forget
while time stands still
and helps me to see the clock
dancing close to destiny.
Is your life what you want it to be?
A.
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