Lonely Kite
I used to be a lonely kite,
bound to extended fields.
Till when,
a plait of your hair was hung to my ear.
Restless, I got,
longing for you.
Now,
after long long journeys
whenever flying down,
I smell of the seas.
Elham Askari
Copyright © Elham Askari | Year Posted 2016
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