Beneath your vast skies
I see a kite with all might flying
With the vigil of a sentinel aboard the clouds.
Under the bonsai plants of my dwarfed garden
I lie with closed eyes and begin to dream.
As the skies begin to come down
And I begin to feel the flopping wings of the kite,
My eyes open to see the miracle of
A merging world of the divide undone.
Beneath your skies and on your terrains of little groves
Your kite and I hug each other for a while.
The closed eyes and a sigh!
Next, we fly together unto our skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem