Awareness Aromas...!!
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Naina reached Rahul's terrace...? Whats Next
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Its time to celebrate Makarsankrinti. Festival of kites, festival of tiil guul, festival of fun n joy
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"THE KITE"by Harry BehnHow bright on the blueIs a kite when it's new!With a dive and a dipIt snaps its tailThen soars like a shipWith only a sailAs over tidesOf wind it rides,Climbs to the crestOf a gust and pulls,Then seems to restAs wind falls.When string goes slackYou wind it backAnd run untilA new breeze blowsAnd its wings fillAnd up it goes!How bright on the blueIs a kite when it's new!But a raggeder thingYou never will seeWhen it flaps on a stringIn the top of a tree.
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ReplyDeleteby Harry Behn
How bright on the blue
Is a kite when it's new!
With a dive and a dip
It snaps its tail
Then soars like a ship
With only a sail
As over tides
Of wind it rides,
Climbs to the crest
Of a gust and pulls,
Then seems to rest
As wind falls.
When string goes slack
You wind it back
And run until
A new breeze blows
And its wings fill
And up it goes!
How bright on the blue
Is a kite when it's new!
But a raggeder thing
You never will see
When it flaps on a string
In the top of a tree.