Hi

...I am a kite stuck in a telegraph post...
..It is winter now and in this part of the world winter is pleasure. A cool breeze doesn't let the bright Sun to dominate.No drizzle,no snowfall.Everything just perfect to keep my paper body intact.
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.....A boy use to see me everyday from his window across the street.
I feel happy, thinking of the boy freeing me one day and taking me back to the sky.
......But, In my happier nights a wild wind invades my dream and skies me into the sky.I then go on dancing over the lands, oceans and mountains..to get stuck again in the never-never land.

I don't see nightmares..
....But, sometimes get frightened by the imaginary sight of a dark thundercloud right behind the rusty water tank of the grey, unpainted building, in which behind a greenish window pane the boy keeps on watching me!