A Poem from the Book:
‘To Live Again’ – A section of the book: “The Fifth and The Last Nail”
I am a kite,
Made and flown
By a lonely child.
The string was too short
And the firmament boundless:
I broke the bondage
And let a mysterious wind
Take me high and away.
Sometimes I think the lonely child,
Lost in fury and despair,
Must be searching,
searching for me;
Otherwise,
Why should I see myself
As an ungrateful, wayward kite!
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