Kite(Wind)
The air moves
and the candle
flame
acquiesces.
Thus the angry sea
is disipated
by the small vessels your finely printed
letters release.
All these small boats
call me to you,
and my will devotes
to pursue.
I rise as
a kite rises,
while they
take me,
on a trip along the coast
to the edge
of the
ink blood of your heart.
and the candle
flame
acquiesces.
Thus the angry sea
is disipated
by the small vessels your finely printed
letters release.
All these small boats
call me to you,
and my will devotes
to pursue.
I rise as
a kite rises,
while they
take me,
on a trip along the coast
to the edge
of the
ink blood of your heart.
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