Dr Abe V Rotor
I loved big kites, big dreams,
until they took me away -
far, far away.
Mural detail, AVRotor
When I was young I dreamed with kites;
the higher they flew, the happier I was -
yet sadder, lonelier.
For who would like to stay up for long,
perhaps forever in the sky,
lofty it may be.
It is not always good to dream;
for a strong wind comes suddenly
and breaks the string.
If my kite didn't fly, as it happened
many times; well, dreams are
but air castles.
I loved big kites, big dreams,
until they took me away -
far, far away.
I never built and flew kites again,
yet kept on dreaming,
of returning.~
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