A piece of colorful string
Longest yarn
Between distances
Of my house
To a farthest full moon
Miles away
I wrapped the string
Around the full moon
And pull, and swiftly pull
But it was heavy
So I had a thought
Maybe I could climb up
And then I did
I climb and forever climb
Didn't look down
Finally I reached the farthest full moon
And I sat on it
Letting the colorful string fall
And lightly fall
As its waves in the night cool breeze
4 comments:
this is a delightful "yarn" kai :)
thank you
Nice poem, Kai.
Noted you are cheering for the NY Giants...
lovely soft words...beautiful!
very interesting!
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