I'm as high as a kite in december
i fly higher than the naked eye can see
if only i didn't have to fall
in my minds eye i am always as high as a kite
but the reality of december always brings me back to Earth
if not for this milkshake, i think i would die of thirst
if i was to die of thirst, i would not go to heaven
but rather remain in purgatory
like a kite in december
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jon Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up