The Kite Runner

by Chicken Soup   Jan 9, 2010


Soaring.
A material hawk.
Ascends. Descends. The ignorant compass of the wind.
Only roams to roam more.

Passion.
Merciless to limits.
Will to only continue on. As far as it's beholder pleases.
Only rivaled by the master.

Freedom.
A sensible liberty.
Simply flies with ties to the skies. Hold's no boundaries.
Raises higher than the flag.

Beginning's.
Man on the moon.
Once flew a kite with dreams of beyond. Once was a,
runner of kites and dreams.

The kite flown.
Is not simply man made.
But dreams dreamed started by the string bound hawk.
Flown by the Kite Runner.

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