Wind Of The Spirit - Poem by Doug Blair
I launch the kite at the first real burst of wind.
Colourful and dancing it decorates the sky.
Up and up to the realm of angels.
I seemingly with it. Flying.
By the slightest cord pull of my fingers.
But then the wind does something unexpected.
I learn again Who is boss.
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