The Crimson Kite |
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Oct 2005 | RT Crossing |
Oh how the lonely wind loved the crimson kite Her shape and her movement brought such a delight A touch from him carried her higher than dreams The sight of her colours and curves made it seem like redemption and then his whole world was made right In carefree flight the kite danced to such a height and eager with pleasure, the lonely wind sang of purpose and meaning and laughter in rain His song was her dance and it carried them far Her dance was his melody, his raison d’ętre Together they travelled across the night sky unfinished |