Lost To the Wind
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Sometime our dreams, like a kite, will vanish in the storm.
Lost to the Wind
A yellow kite flies gracefully on high
above the trees while floating on the breeze
and dancing slow across the azure sky;
while in the clouds my drifting dreams appease
the roving spirits deep within that tease.
But in the distance trouble seems to loom
as storm clouds gather to, the calm, consume,
and threaten peaceful moments to exhaust.
The raging summer tempest spells our doom
as kite and dreams will, to the wind, be lost.
August 10, 2020
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2020
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