• divs_brahm 227w

    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