Thursday, April 16, 2020

Little Kite Comments

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We mitigate to the edges of a lie as we conceal it.
Shadow it with our soul's paper kite.
Tugging at the string, tighter and tighter
Oh, little kite, little kite be still, be very still.
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Mark Heathcote
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Kumarmani Mahakul 16 April 2020

" You remain in the empty-hands of another, oh dear kite puller." Every one comes to this Earth empty and goes away empty. Every material possession here is temporary. A brilliant poem is excellently penned.

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Mark Heathcote

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