Fly me a kite sweetheart

tis the season of kites … and soaring emotions

Raconteur

Like a falcon hovering around,

My dreams fastened with gossamer’s thread,

Gazing below the city profound.

Bridle gently, with love, with zing,

My life doing an aerial ballet,

Gliding smoothly, sharply spinning.

Immersed in a song of destiny – a new song,

My hands reaching out with viscosity,

Waiting for you…waiting long.

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