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
Copyright © Daniel Ainasu | Year Posted 2020
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