Jan 11
poem 0 comments challenge: Kites
jessie.p's picture

kites

Kites.

They go with the wind.

The wind has mysterious ways of blowing.

Kites don’t rely on themselves to fly,

They rely on the pattern of the air.

Kites aren't enchanted, or alive,

They aren't technologically advanced,

​They’re just kites.

Nothing more; nothing less.