The sky showed hints
of shards to pelt.
To hammer down delicate prisms.
But nothing stopped the kites:
Long tails thrashing,
trailing from a thick body.
Moving in hypnotic dance.
They flew in the air,
as they swam in the water,
Elegant as birds.
Belonging to the waves,
Yet yearning for freedom.
They crested the surface,
breaking waves in a slice.
The sunlight danced,
through glass tears.
Palates of colours
shimmered on their flesh.
The heavens were crying,
crying at the beauty.
The beauty of freedom.
While the rays of freedom
danced evermore,
between the sun beams
in the stingray sky.
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Hey Abigail,if I spelt that right !Glad you liked a recent post of mine about cats,and the lives they lead.I’ve being looking for your contributions to the photo prompts on Creative writing,it’s been a while !
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