The Sandstorm

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Piercing winds
Filthy air
You think you can get me down
You think you can scare me out
Pebbles round and round
Dried leaves up and down
You think I’ll get weak
You think I’ll give up
If someone needs to die down
That would be you, not me
You’re doomed to stay at most a sandstorm
I’m destined to win and break free

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The Kite

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My kite is so high
It’s no longer visible
So much of the string
Has been let go of
By my pride
The end is near
Why didn’t I pay more regard
To how beautiful my kite is
Why did I lose so much string
To the winds
To the unknown
It’s cutting into my skin
Pain is not in my hand
Pain is in my regretful heart

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