Kite I
When I fly next
I have somewhere to go
I am after a certain sky
After a certain blue
Left to soar
I will fly once more
I am just waiting to be left on my own
I am eager to decorate the high
They call me lonely
I don’t know why
My thoughts are my company
When I am left to twist and turn, fall around
I sing to myself my sunny day song
I am happy
Waving my tail to nobody, waiting for no one to wave back to me
I will start before noon and come back only after the sun drowns
After all I have to kiss the moon.
Shringi
30 December 2008
When I fly next
I have somewhere to go
I am after a certain sky
After a certain blue
Left to soar
I will fly once more
I am just waiting to be left on my own
I am eager to decorate the high
They call me lonely
I don’t know why
My thoughts are my company
When I am left to twist and turn, fall around
I sing to myself my sunny day song
I am happy
Waving my tail to nobody, waiting for no one to wave back to me
I will start before noon and come back only after the sun drowns
After all I have to kiss the moon.
Shringi
30 December 2008
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