Kites (A Windy Day)

Like paper kites;
how fragile we
are strung, then
lifted up high,
caught!
in a sudden
windy gust,
and we fly!
in this dance of life
till dropped,
our string rolled up
and stuffed,
in the pockets of the gods.

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