KiteA Poem by MichaelA blank verse poem about loss and how some people are destine to face it
With the fairest of breezes,
You, only you hold the twine,
Drunkenly I ride the breeze
Soon whipping winds have me caught,
Damage done - the string does part
Away I fall lost to you
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