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by ddavidd Aug 31, 2023 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Only kids feel the suffocation, adults are already suffocated. The impetuous kites, dying to see the world from a vantage point, stretching their neck in an ashy sky, like divers looking for the same hole in ice lake which they plunged into earlier, to find their way back to air, to the oxygen. But not anyone has enough string in his neckless hank to kite away like "The Ugly Ducklings."