Photography

Dancing With the Wind

Makar Sankranti is approaching and the kites are already out.

All I expected 
was a gust
to help me airborne
I am still soaring
I feel the breeze
light on my face
Then I become the wind
Until a tug
holds me in place.
My dance with the wind.

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