Meanwhile

outside the children fly their kites
meanwhile
we stand here by the side of the railings
meeting the
winds of change

tell me, what is it? what is it really?
will this be forever?

will this be the last of what we can
give?
will this be
simply kites?

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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