Daniel Ainasu Poet Blank verse

Broomstick Nylon and Thread

Crafted with broomstick and nylon 
Her heart is held softly on a thread 
This is me 
Growing up as a kid with a kite 
When the wind comes 
I hoped my dear kite won’t tear 
For so will I 
Torn to pieces 
Broomstick and nylon 
Threaded to heaven 
To Rest In Peace 
Bring back my kite 
I feared saying goodbye 
But death took away my kite

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Beata Agustin November 15, 2024 at 6:53 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.