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little kite







East coast girl with your sun tanned skin




Salt in your hair, kissed by the wind




You're wild and free to live and let be




Strings let go you'll soar and sink low




Follow the river away from the sea 




Float the Savannah, back home to me.




I once wiped the tears of a young girl's eyes 




Real life is tested by whether we cry.




Feel and allow it, for though there is pain 




A life without contrast is one built in vain.




Salt and fresh water, shadow and light 




Opposing angles build houses upright




I sit in my own house, thinking of you, 




little kite tattered, lost in the blue










I bottle my question and fling it to sea: 


Were sandcastles and kite flying only for me?