Rosângela Trajano
Minha pipa
Tenho uma pipa colorida
Presa a um tubo de linha
Quando o vento começa
Vejo minha pipa no céu, sozinha.
Papai me falou algo sério
Que não posso soltar pipa
Em ruas com fios elétricos
Isso muito o preocupa.
Então procuro um lugar
Onde a minha pipa possa voar
E a ninguém machucar
Cada vez mais alto vê-la chegar.
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