Jostling freely in the wind...
Like a kite, precariously.
Riding the winds tide us up and down....
Closer, closest to the ground.
Rippling breezes eases us not...
Not let loosened, easily a-knot.
We are tied and weathered loosely taught...
Trapped between trade winds, and unloose naught.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem