Let the kites soar...
along the beach.
The waves splashed,
spraying water on his face.
The cool breeze,
blew through his hair.
The air was salty and crisp.
Waves took a ball away ;
a colorful one,
and a toddler cried.
Couples sat hand in hand
on the damp sand.
Shovel and bucket in grip,
a little architect ran.
Ringing merry bells,
the ice cream van moved.
The fresh smell,
of hot peanut
swayed through the air.
The red ball of fire,
started sinking into the sea.
Kites! Kites!
A girl squawked.
The old man bought a kite.
His dog led him to the bench
He held the thread,
and released the kite
into the wind.
For him the red kite was black.
Black sea and a black beach.
As the kite soared high,
the blind man cried with joy.
A great old wish
fulfilled at last
'Going to the beach
and flying a kite'
his younger self said,
as people around laughed.
And he remembered
the lines he read somewhere.
'The kite flies away
only if you choose
to let go of the string'
And new dreams soared,
in the wide sky of his mind.
He knew he had,
the string tightly held.
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