Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?


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And here they wait…

  

And here they rest, 

And wait a while, 

Before taking flight, 

Into the big blue mile.

And here they wait, 

To watch and learn, 

For that precious minute 

When their freedom they’ll earn.

And here they soar,

Within their shackled skies, 

Too proud to let anyone, 

Hear their longing cries. 

And here they remain, 

My dreams, strung to my heart

Waiting to be free,

And for unknown joys depart…

– (And here they wait.. )

PL (2015)

(Kites lovingly photographed and gifted to me by Samragi Simki all the way from Derby,England )

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