Sunset Kite Flying
The dusk gale hides
Still, the kite glides
Sun flares rest on leaves of a tree
Awakening calm at twilight
As horizons grasp the last light
Shadows cling to the children's glee
Awakening calm at twilight
The stars skinny-dip in the sea
And the west-bound sun forms to flee
As horizons grasp the last light
The dusk gale hides
Awakening calm at twilight
A kindled sunset comes to be
As horizons grasp the last light
Still, the kite glides
Still, the kite glides
The dusk gale hides
'Meditative Ballad' Poetry Contest
7th January 2022
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Amy Wallace | Year Posted 2022
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