Kite ParadeA Poem by Lady MKite Parade Thin and grey.Paper smile. The wind could blow it in. Make it fly away. A paper kite on display. Soaring high. Just for you. I've become a shadow on the ground. Do you love me now? Wispy and grey. Crinkled and frayed. I'm your beaten kite. Paper and grey. I'm on display. © 2011 Lady M |
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Added on August 3, 2011 Last Updated on August 3, 2011 Author
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