The Kite Catcher

It was a midsummer evening,

The plunging waves kissed the pale peach horizon,

I stood at the beach watching the kites dance in the sky.

My first-ever kite was borne away by the wind.

However, the storm struck in time,

And brought back my kite.

I could never recollect the colour of the kite nor the colour of his eyes.

But I could tell he fought the wind,

For this eight year old to smile.

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