Kite
The love for kites is a never-ending journey Much related to adultery tourney Strings in hand, a playful fight Against the blue, they take their height Chasing wind with a joyful smile Twists and turns for a while Admiring the vibrant covers By ignoring people's true colors Blinking with the cool breeze Just escaping with the keys Ride over the bird, Smiling towards the fake word Dance of the Kite Conceals the warm night Just in some time The string slowly went out of my hand Similar to the hope That erased from my dream Daydreaming about the one left The peace is already theft The daemons inside my head Sounds louder than the traffic of people outside Making my soul dance in a heavy rain Letting heart surf in tidal Reality hitting hard Naming not my piece of card Trying to catch the stars Neglecting about the scars Waving goodbye to the inky, tear-stained years Saving pillows from unspoken fears Carrying the heart of shining moon And leaving the fallen leaves as it is.. When it is...