Array ( [sid] => 164076 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I am Perfection, I am Kite. [time] => 2011-01-03 03:14:49 [hometext] => Walking through the valley I saw a Red Kite high in the vast lonely winter sky. She looked perfect to me. What do you think? [bodytext] => I am perfection, made so by creation,
My whole body aches with freedom,
The snow capped mountain, the jewel in the crown of my being.
My wings are vibrant, my each feather a string on a harp
Tenderly plucked by the wind.
My eyes are shiny, more precious than pearls
Laying undiscovered on the ocean floor.
And here I sit at the twiggy window of my tree top mansion
Looking down on the winter wood
Hushed by snow and dreaming of the spring to come.
And I see there on the foothill of my mind,
My image engraved in frost, a testament to my evolution.
I shake the frost from my breast, spread my wings,
Feel the rush of the wind beneath,
Higher and higher, hovering above the valley,
The crowned monarch of my kingdom.
For I am perfection, I am Kite. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - I am Perfection, I am Kite.


I am Perfection, I am Kite.
Date: Monday, 3rd January 2011 @ 03:14:49 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: cashfan1
I am perfection, made so by creation,
My whole body aches with freedom,
The snow capped mountain, the jewel in the crown of my being.
My wings are vibrant, my each feather a string on a harp
Tenderly plucked by the wind.
My eyes are shiny, more precious than pearls
Laying undiscovered on the ocean floor.
And here I sit at the twiggy window of my tree top mansion
Looking down on the winter wood
Hushed by snow and dreaming of the spring to come.
And I see there on the foothill of my mind,
My image engraved in frost, a testament to my evolution.
I shake the frost from my breast, spread my wings,
Feel the rush of the wind beneath,
Higher and higher, hovering above the valley,
The crowned monarch of my kingdom.
For I am perfection, I am Kite.

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