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Monday, October 8, 2012

My Love Lets Me Fly

Wind carries my kite high. 
It fights to be free but if I 
give in and release the taut 
string, the dancing colors 
will know mangled ruin -
be lost. 

You hold me tight without 
letting go no matter how I beg. 

You wrap me untangled 
around the strong handle 
of your love. 

You let my colors
out to fly and play -
but not away.

1 comment:

Monica Sharman said...

This is so good. I am a kite.