Kite high

May 2, 2008 at 9:10 am (poetry)

Swimming in the air
my colors spread
lax and snug
to match the longing sunset
left long, i wander, i qualm
in the free sky I be
my tail, my song

in search??
discovering
submission??
flurry
forlorn I was
apart I be
my precision they say
its a call from his tree
that I hang next
forever lonely

Shringi

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