There is a special kind of blue
When you're twelve:
A kite in the sky kind of blue,
Barley in June blue,
Weaving against the Charlie Brown clouds
On the deepest wettest blue,
That a person can still see through;
The kind of blue
That makes you believe
You'll live forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Weaving against the Charlie Brown clouds mind is motivated with deepest hopes. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.10
Thank you Kumarmani