Rain falls gently
in my mind
memory
a kite
running madly
about a sky
longing to be
free
the tug of the line
a heartbeat
your hand
on mine
fingernails clutching
drawing blood
as the kite
broke free
escaping our
control
us crying….laughing
”Run...run! ”
we shouted to it
as sensing
a change in the wind
it headed out
for France.
Wonderful metaphor. Love the tug on the line. What happens when a memory breaks free? F
Freedom is a wonderful feeling. I love how you wrote this...
Uhhhnmmmmm! Delicious freedom...running, running, flying free...all the way to France...Wonderful feel of finally being off the string, and flying....free!
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I would like to translate this poem
Minds are ment to be free, If they don't have room to fly... Well, they get stuck in trees. Thank you for this relaxing read Donall.