May 12, 2009 Azadeh
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Like a colorful kite

my dreams went up to the sky,

up and up and up

to hit the sun.

I took its tread to the wind

the kite escaped to destiny,

the child wept for his lost kite

I cried for my dreams.


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  • 1. Toki  |  May 29, 2009 at 5:13 pm

    Dearest Azadeh:
    dream is a treasure,which stimulate all of us to move a head…to be hopeful…it can be like a wall to rely on ….and help us to be a better,unique and happy human being….i request all of us dont forget our dreams at any cost….but we must remind it to each other 🙂

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