Relationship's Kite fly
A little boy was flying kite.
I sat wondering why,
Maybe he didn't know: hearts could fly.
I closed my world, slept for a while.
I dreamed of apples down beside.
Woke up wondering why,
Hadn’t given them a single try.
Maybe: son of gravity's might.
Boy's head was rising towards sky,
Thread was loosen for a oceanic while,
Then he tightened, brought it to height.
Like wings of fur, the kite flied.
This is how a relationship can glide.
Dream was indicating a theory realized.
2007-02-15
03:25:25
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