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Jul 15, 2010
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Kite
Up in the heavens
Over this mortal plane...
Watch me glide with hovered wings.
I can feel the winds rush
Around this surreal fin
Of satin paper, wooden frame;
Lifting up my hollow skin.
Be my navigator.
The tides of the air restrict me.
Take my hand through the skies...
I can only fly by your gentle love strings.
Over this mortal plane...
Watch me glide with hovered wings.
I can feel the winds rush
Around this surreal fin
Of satin paper, wooden frame;
Lifting up my hollow skin.
Be my navigator.
The tides of the air restrict me.
Take my hand through the skies...
I can only fly by your gentle love strings.
— Dennis Go, Jul 15, 2010
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sempervirens
16 years ago
Nicely done. It has a
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks a lot :)
scribbler
16 years ago
kite
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Glad you like it. Thanks :)
faithmairee
16 years ago
Wonderful Work
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks Faith :)
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Dennis
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks JayCee! I’m sighing
docmaverick
16 years ago
Yesss, Mr Go....
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks. The title says it
shirley harrison
16 years ago
Just Breathtaking!
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks Shirley :)
Lonnie
16 years ago
Poignant and powerfully peaceful!
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks for your kind comment
Loreli
16 years ago
I could imagine myself as
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks Loreli :)
Mari Shine
16 years ago
This is one of my most
Dennis Go
16 years ago
Thanks Mari :)
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