Poems about America: My kite of black-eyed

Poems about America  Poems about America  My kite of black-eyed Probably not here, Who not get about lohri, Festival of punjab in india. Known as kites fair, A custom of all kites who, Dives into the ocean of sky, Sky was full of kites, My kite was fluttering, Verified with black-eyed. Whose string is out …

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