do i let it go?
but if i can’t ….
the wanton kite
smells freedom
my spaces are open
i am the mountain my heart is the sea
yet it lurches
widening it’s arc
bumping and swooping
pointed corners
hit my brow
scratch my eye
turn my stomach
i cannot ignore my obstreperous kite
the flapping wings
wild
angry at me
for keeping it bound
under the windy whirring
I feel the tug of the red string
stretching tangling
winding around my waist in a dervish of excitement
i am a puppet to love
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always beautiful works… 🙂
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thank you so much Jixi x
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