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Kite
My heart’s a featherless kite,
anchored by an endless chain.
It flies far and high at night,
when moon light severs its tethered pain,
when dream makes it feathered wings.
Thousands miles away my heart beats
and murmurs-How can I be free of strings?
How can I land where my love and I meet?
But my heart’s pleas are silent to the adamant dawn,
as it’s pulled home in the west coast from the east.
My heart’s tied again to the chain while a day’s sketch is drawn,
yearns for another journey painted by dreams.
My heart’s a featherless kite,
anchored by an endless chain.
It flies far and high at night,
when moon light severs its tethered pain,
when dream makes it feathered wings.
Thousands miles away my heart beats
and murmurs-How can I be free of strings?
How can I land where my love and I meet?
But my heart’s pleas are silent to the adamant dawn,
as it’s pulled home in the west coast from the east.
My heart’s tied again to the chain while a day’s sketch is drawn,
yearns for another journey painted by dreams.