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Kites

Strange buzz, murmur of the past ringing in my ears,
Figures softly grab my waist, whisper in my ear:
“For as long as all’s been lost, I’ll be gone, my dear”
Then like dust in ether float with my hopes and fears;
Want them not either to stay, their place is not here.

Did you know how far kites float in the heavy lights
Blessed to twirl and off to go into paradise,
Now, the children holding lightbulbs that break in their eyes
Mothers calm and ill-collected pray through afterlife
As the fathers ill-intended spit devil’s behalf.

Source: Flying a Kite by Feng Zikai

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