Oftentimes,
you make me a wing
so I could heave up high
and attempt to dream;
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mmmm Possessive lover. I guess. That way both wont drift. Still I see the point of beauty of freedom. Lovely again. Hope
once the string is broken the kite can never go up-it will plunge in some pond or river or stick to some tree or lose its way.on the other way lack of freedom is choking.....anyway some condition of life is expressed in beautiful words...