Watch Me Fly
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Ai-Vi Le, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2016
When I felt the cool, cool breeze,
Rippling against my skin with ease,
I just started to wonder why,
I couldn't spread my arms and fly?
But as I watched the rainbow colours,
I could also see the staring mothers.
"Wow, look at my colourful kite go!"
It is totally opposite to slow.
I hurried to pick up my speed,
As I tried to catch the lead,
Of my swiftly sailing kite,
Which disappeared into the light.