The kite was borne on sullen winds.
As if it had grown magnificent wings.
And found its way up into the sky.
Where it could fly around, up high.
Wooshing in and out,
Greeting the clouds,
Learning the ways of the heavens.
Sometimes, it would dip down to the ground.
Wave at the children who stood down below.
Before again starting its ascent
Into the brilliant blue
Where it governed, until we lost sight
Of its brilliant happenings and going ons.
And had to mourn.
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Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
