The kite flies in the world far away
flutters laughing on the lower floors to show
And to brag
The pollen reaches the smiles of our closed drops
Hidden under another oblivious to the close proximity
actually spits saliva by empty words and smiles turned off by dreams vanished
Then the kite rises slightly 'higher
and set her smile, turns off the color
but continues to fly solo
careful not to slam into the brick walls
Too real to be pleasant
But always very close
The sun is far
The kite flies and goes
Small and remote, there seems
now reached the height of heaven
is a fabulous butterfly
close to God
* * GiorgiaM
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