Thoughts are vile mosaics
incomplete yet pure
boasting of an addling color galore
and whimsies of an un-tethered kite,
midst winds of countless skies.
they make you believe, they are here to stay
as you cuddle in the comfort of their shade
they frolic in your disarray!
1 comment:
I think the kite picture is completely apt here. A great up-and-down poem!
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