Kites play with birds and clouds
Delicate wishes get desired wings
He defeats failures with great hardships
And it seems he makes friendship with wind
Dances naked along with his insane whims
But his success depends on how he kisses the ground
Unhurt, unclipped along with storm and rain!
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I love it, i understand how it really correlates...To kite, never forget to see ground like you forever touch the sky, someday we will touch ground again....and for the fallen kite, never afraid to try again because falling from above still able for you to fly high...wind, is intuition, play it well, string is mind, to where we go control may we never astray and lost before fall...Success is always in the space just believe and try it will follow_Unwritten Soul