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.
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