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Catch them..fly them...higher!!!!


Submitted:Jul 10, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Kites

Days dry in my weather

Try not me either;

I'll search the moon,

And ask the sun

To come on their own;

Will is my spirit

Take thy my hand

And high as air you can;

I drop my mettle here

Can you hear it there?

Huh….

Touch the sky if you won't;

Try not to kneel,

Its alter.

Give the blow,

And take the stroke,

Hand to hand

Backing then

This is the end,

I Forfeit;

But you know

Satisfaction came grown.





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