You rode on a kite
Down from where the winds catch every skirt they can feel
You made it feel real.
You bathed in a cloud
For nearly half my days you bathed and you lazed
Around in a cloud
I hope it feels bright.
Your smile is the sun
Golden streaks still don’t know where to run
Looking for some children’s face to kiss
They always miss
I shed a tear
You made it feel just like a kiss
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