Kite

I was soaring highThough tied to the groundA pale hand rustling through the thread It let me go and then steer me backLet me go againI was flyingPiercing through the strong wind I am just a paper, mind youBut I was made for thisAll conditions metAnd I am ready for impossible My bright colors inContinue reading “Kite”

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