Gentle wind blows
And weak leaves fall
Autumn peeps overall.
He gazed at a far away kite
That idles in the Western sky.
Oh! It's like his bygone summer
Gone with the wind quicker.
The same wind comes again
And where do you want to take him now?
His grandson draws a red kite in a pale blue sky with pastels
While sitting on the threshold.
It's almost an unforgettable summer
And his faintly kite never seen forever.
* I humbly dedicate this poem to the 9/11 innocent victims and their weeping families.
Very beautiful. The kite adds the appropriate elegiac touch. A moving tribute to the victims of 9/11. A little prayer for those who weep, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Autumn seems the perfect season to mourn and this gently pace poem is rich with color and feeling. Your kite flies eloquently in the pale blue sky. A fine poetic tribute to all those who lost their lives and their families who grieve. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥