Some wayward skirmishes
And flying kites
Lost in chaos
Blazing sound bites
Some bubbles surfaced
Died a silent death
I wait for someone
To cut the kites.
Flying haywire
The kites
Flying nowhere
The fights
Growing beyond doubt
A frenzied dance
Ensue
As the kites
Lose air
Fall flat
On the ground.
Flying kites
Falling kites
Failing..
Kites.
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Amazing articulation of life's situations that bring to us only dejection and despondency. I quote: Some bubbles surfaced / Died a silent death / As the kites / Lose air / Fall flat / On the ground.