Kites colour the sky
To outsmart others they try
Strings take them to ultimate high
With hands in my torn pockets
Wish, to that height I could fly.
Your sweet poem reminds me of the energy and 'life' of kites. I guess as we age, we long for that energy more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strings take them to ultimate high With hands in my torn pockets Wish, to that height I could fly.........touching expression with a great hope. Thanks for sharing.