Eye of the Needle


You were the kite
That flew on my thread,
my string.
You were reeled in
I undid my thread
And set you loose.
My string now adorns
my lyre, my guitar, my life.
I will now strum it
To make music
For all.


For a couple of my other poems , look up www.poetry.com and search for poems by Linus Fernandes.

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