Amalie@kua

Take my hand, 

And let your other hold on to a kite that is a

Shooting Star.

The harvest moon will rise above us,

as we fly,

Just to escape the hassle of home.

Just to avoid the whisper-yelling into phones.

Just to burst free from the stifling bedroom she kept with such love.

She set out.

Our country,

Now, more than ever,

Divided we stand,

Alone, we brave harsh weather.

In more ways than one,

We are birds of a feather,

Because when the time comes,

We are tethered together.