Of hope and hoping

by Renton de Alwis

With closed eyes I see
radiant rays of hope
flying on thin kite strings
far... far into the evening sky
become tiny drop like dots
feel of string tight, let go or not
a question eyes open may seek
but yet I choose keep my eyes closed
hold tight till thin string breaks
radiant hope free falls
sway crimson sky
like dead butterfly wings
caught in the wind.

 

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