yes, i smell faint scent
must be winter calling
geese fill-up sky at dusk
leaving me in awe and gasp
silence i dare conquer night
so i could fly my only kite
when it's up there, i will listen
ruffling of paper; tightening string
flashes from dark sky; a heaven
comes back to me; uplifting
a smile; gentle pull on my chin
thanks... i feel young again
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