Paper Kite

In the period between autumn and spring,
Where the meadows are tucked in green,
There the butterflies and flowers kiss,
As they tango to the humming breeze.

In the period between autumn and spring,
I find my way to the empty swing,
On a piece of paper my pen bleeds your name,
Pouring the sonata of my heart ’til the ink’s drained.

In the period between autumn and spring,
I intertwined the letter and the paper kite’s string,
Alongside the promise that I will never chase you again,
I relinquish and let it flutter with the wind.

In the period between autumn and spring,
My paper kite’s drifting and floating,
Like an anchorless ship in an ocean skies,
Image of a lost love weeping goodbye.

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