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Friday, November 28, 2008

KITES

HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND
FLIES REGAL KITES UNBOUND
BUT SOON GRASPS THE BOUND
THEIR LIFE BECOMES UNSOUND.

RAPT WITH ITS BEAUTY MANY
TOWARDS ITS OWNNER, ALL ENVY
MESMERISED WITH HEIGHT AND GLORY
AGAINST HIM THEY HATCH A CONSPIRACY.

THE FATE IS IN MASTERS HAND
SOARING ABOVE THE LAND
AS SUCH DESTINY STAND
KITES UNDERSTAND.

ALL EYES SET TO PREY
TO MAKE IT’S RIDE DARK AND GREY
MASTER IS THE ONLY RAY
FOR HE CAN ONLY SAVE THE DAY,
FROM DEATH AND DEARTH AND DECAY.

HOW REGAL ROYAL MAY IT BE
BUT CANNOT LIVE TO ETERNITY
HOW COLOURFUL IT SEEM TO BE
DREAD OF END LIVES AKIN TO SEA.

I AM NOT AS GOOD AS THE KITE
I KNOW THAT ON LIFE I’HAVE NO RIGHT
MIGHT I ATTAIN WHATEVER HEIGHT
WITH HIS STERN EYES I’LL COME LOW
JUST AS THE KITE.
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1 comment:

? said...

Wow! Amazing! Making a poems with a aingle ryhme for each stanzas!

November 28, 2008 at 9:48 AM

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