Kite
How did i ever arrive,
this place this age?
I was never meant to be
here alone.
Memories too beautiful
to now make so sad.
Remember the kite,
but the colour is gone.
How I wish I could summon
the wind from that day to
Blow these feelings away
Lynn Dye
Wed 29th Aug 2012 11:48
I really like this poem. "Memories too beautiful to now make so sad". Good one.