I have a crochet-thread big roll lengthy and unbreakable
And this bamboo skeleton wrapped with an oil paper.
In the drizzle of gloomy hope,
My dreamlike delicate kite
When she goes to the unfaithful sky?
And I hear that she mutters;
'Kites rise against the wind.'
(I dedicate this poem to my friends Jerry & Alison)
Dearest Nimal, Jerry and I are honoured that you have composed such a masterpiece for us to share. May your torn kite soar and carry hope and good fortune in its tattered tail. Your poem is filled with light. Bless you. love, Allie and Jerry xxxxxxxxxxxxx
I believe that kite will rise. Your brave, poetic soul would have it no other way. This little poem is a treasure. Write on, my poet friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
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The kite being a symbol of freedom is taken as rising in this interesting piece Nimal - - it is a worthy dedication too - as Allisom and Jerry will be basking in its journey. Well done.- - - and keep your poetic kite flying high my friend.