Flying a kite

Flying a kite
on a clear blue sky.
The weather is cold
and nice and refreshing. 
 
Over and over
repeated a pattern
in a soothing way
that's comforting me.
 
I'll do it all over
until it stops itching
and everything's calm
and seductively smooth. 
 
The kite goes up, goes up
and my mood rise with it
so this is how it goes
on a clear crisp day. 
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