April-National Poetry Month - Poem 3
Poem Three
I’m feeling free
Flying high on a raggedy kite string
Tugging me to poetic heights
An impossibe possibility
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Praying for a wisp of wind
To lift me
To new levels
Not seen before
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Maybe I'll see Lillyfly
Mckbird, drbj
Soaring
Coax me gently with a tug
Higher
Exhiliration is mounting
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