Your words
Happy tokens
Lift my day
Like a brilliant kite
Riding a summer wind.
Innocent hope
Anchors the kit string
As if a child's hand
Relishing in the wonder of the moment.
A mysterious wind
Pulls the string taut
Before snapping
Inexplicably.
Your words
Little happy tokens
Swirl over the horizon, scattering
And the magic of the moment
Passes.
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