Buttercup Laces

Ashen shoes with buttercup laces; untied. In a skip of joyous cheeks and a kin coloured kite. The floor rose with fond eyes and kissed a knee, or two. The kiss was unrequited, chased by abraded skin as the sensation melted, into droplets. In accord, the kite, (ruby as the knees) had a broken thread, and the wind began to blow. Innocent sighs plead a return as glistening eyes, peer high, and see red upon a branch. A dainty tickle with laces; tied, and a stretch to the leaves, sees the wind hush a smile. Ashen shoes with buttercup laces; neatly tied. In a skip with a tight grip and a tattered, cherished, kite. Mother’s hand gave a touch and kissed the kite, in glee.