A rhombus

Edges dazzlingly dyed

With vibrant colors

No lines of severance

Colors those make this rhombus

A fusion

The base for its construction

A tiny hole

At an end

Through which a string

Ties itself;

A thing

That can take this rhombus

To places

It can catch sight of

"Kite"

We called it

Their sweet amity

To the skies

I let them off

This kinship

Of untied souls

That tied

To get a name

Of their own

Flying high

Becoming small

Smaller

And

Smallest

Until

This companionship

Is nothing

But a dot

Finding home

In the clouds

The only eyewitness

To how long

They will exist

As one

I wish

My wishes

Those became one

Finds peace

Serenity

And someone

Who can make it

A reality

Bye kite

Bye dreams

Bye wishes.

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©VioletEden