The Kites

The evening sky crowded with kites,

Soaring above, scaling the heights

In circles floating and gliding

Behind the feathery clouds hiding,

Diving to take charge or retreat

Or hovering on wings of thin sheet.

The sun appears to slip and fade

Leaving behind it, subtle shade

Of orange on an ornate blue

The sky slowly deepens its hue

Evading all colour but dark

Obtruding and leaving its mark.

Flying farther yet, reaching for height;

Black remains, kites against the night.

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