The Kite

February 23, 2011
By dylanlalala GOLD, Colchester, Vermont
dylanlalala GOLD, Colchester, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
"How vain is it to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live?" - Henry David Thoreau


As I lengthen her string, she extends

Inch by inch, meter by meter

Until she floating free above the trees

Spiraling whimsically in the breeze

She is so small compared to the world

Yet she seems to overtake the sky

Threatening to escape my grip

Pulling at my fingers with such

Determination that I nearly succumb

I hold her still

But I can’t keep her here forever,

Trapped by these phantom chains

With every gust, she grows stronger

Until the wind whips her away

Free at last, I whisper

I trace the red marks on my palm

My only memory, already fading

I tried to keep her forever

She disappeared so fast



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