Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Kite-Part 2 Comments

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Tattered and torn, faded and limp, I fly no more
I cannot free myself from the branches I used to explore
The tree that was my glory, standing tall to protect me
Now keeps me tied up tight and tangled for all to see
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Deborah Cromer
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Nikunj Sharma 23 August 2009

A ladder of words against the tree trunk On which he shall climb Measured steps, a heart full of rhyme Strong will to walk uphill To cut knots that are tangled still No matter how long To send you where you belong On the wings of wind To make you fly and sing And kiss the cheeks of sky To make you forever fly high

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