The kite
Against the wind
It battled
To maintain our jeopardised
Joy
From falling into disrepute
Pulling at the strings
We attempted to articulate
A course of reason
Back to each other
In Harmony together
To find again lost smiles
Once given as gifts
For an awaking kiss
The kite soared higher
Our grasp precarious
Yet together we retrieved it
In an act of reconciliations
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