May 2020
I’m a bird
which chases a kite
forgetting the thread
which guides it
I’m waiting for the day
my feathers would be wounded
by your thread
so that my eyes can glance
your magnificent face
which chases a kite
forgetting the thread
which guides it
I’m waiting for the day
my feathers would be wounded
by your thread
so that my eyes can glance
your magnificent face
Written by
the Mystic Poet
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