The Beggar

i look at you
and i see a beautiful world

it is your soft wind
that makes my heart soar to the sky

i feel like a kite
connected to your hand

i am alive then until you
cut the cord

and i flip-flop in my own
speechless air

someone cries for help for mercy
but then

you are gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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