Windward Blown
My heart
is
your kite
Tug the string
gently,
but hold it tight
Windward blown,
now rising ...
taking flight
Give your kite
plenty of slack
Watch it soar
into the atmosphere
But if you carelessly let it go,
it's never coming back here
Nor should it,
my darling dear
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