A windless kite was
wavering, like a prayer in sky without
words. Would you come to see me?
How do we shake
hands without fingers.? Can you
write your name on wet sands?
O diva, the road stops
here and thereafter is deep gorge.
At the bottom you stand waving.
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Wisely thought and written indeed they are kite not against wind but against fate.10++