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Up to the Clouds

Benjamin's kite, so high in the air
Full of energy as the lightning strikes

Towards the middle of the long twine
Was a golden key

The key of theory and inspiration
The kite that i attempt to fly has not yet risen

Only stuck in the trees
Who ridicule my calamities

They taunt me, ravenous for pleasure
And confidence that i chase after

I look at those beside me
At those with satisfied eyes

Theirs high in the air
I wonder how they do this

And why I continuously fail
I hear the wind pick up

My kite lifts off the ground, without warning
The mocking trees stare in disbelief

As the tables turn
The trees do fall



Poetry by Jess W.
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Written on 2009-09-16 at 05:38

Tags Kites  Love  Trees 

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