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Apr 2016
I flew a kite with a key
so You could light the sky
and flick a bounding bolt
towards my darkened home

You drew a storm from the sea
and rattled window panes
with gusts of supremacy that flung
my back door from its jam

Spiralling allure stings these eyes
which watch through squints while
tempests tear comfort from my chair
and split my mirror into slivers
Joel Hayward
Written by
Joel Hayward  Abu Dhabi, UAE
(Abu Dhabi, UAE)   
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