"flying Kites"
Mood swings like kite strings
dancing in air
over and up; soar without care-
Wires assure tangling
winds vary and shift,
catching my kite in a spiral down-drift-
Down and under, plummeting from high,
I attempt to recover and appeal to the sky;
Of a sudden it happens and that none too soon,
my kite has found wings - heads for the moon!
Remaining aloft, I'm sure one can't tell -
For my kite could be damaged,
if the string broke and fell.
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