Would you like to fly a kite with me
the weather isperfect for doing so
a cloudless sky and great visibility
and this grassy hill feels like the perfect spot
We can watch it dance in the morning breeze
swooping and banking with joy
in perfect time with the gusts
doesn't need a partner or a special hall
we can have lunch under the old oak tree
before letting it fly again
the long golden tail swirling behind it in the wind
just like your dark hair around your shoulders
at sunset we can bring it down
and return to our separate homes
waiting eagerly for the next perfect day
when we can fly the kite again
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