Kitidea


I
had
aspired
to hover high
on the horizon where
the blue sky meets the land
and fly like a colored  kite made
of dreams in the air carrying  the scent
of the spring from the blooming garden I left
I would float like a bird and ride on the
flank of drifting cloud taking me
to the distant unknown sky
I would make my home
won’t return to
concrete
jungle
for the string
I
w
   i
    l
       l
          s
      n
   a
p

fantasyflyingother

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