A piece of string
not just for the kite
Once the winds start...
As it tugs and pulls
Freed from the earth
Flies also with my heart
Pulls and climbs
through the wind
beyond which i cannot see..
Not just the string
My breath...
slips away from me..
And once beyond
there it stays
to drift without a sound...
now over the wind
forgetting the string
that binds to the ground.
Here i am.
holding one end
the other touches sky
I wonder
and i wonder what it is..
that makes it fly?
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