Kite

Rising on a gust

Soaring through the sky

Ribbons streaming

A blast of bright white

Flying through the flowing clouds

Swirling them

Swishing color

In the twilight sun

.

Dancing bright

In pink and orange glory

Spinning in ecstasy

Spiraling in the sighing wind

Over and over

Up and down the horizon

Mixing till a final gray

Then rolled down to earth

To wait

Until another day

When you can soar

A paintbrush in the sky

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