Look,
I am flying high
I am floating through the sky
i have tail and broad wings
i can fly up and reach the moon!
i am a proud kite.
I don't need a string
that makes me become tangled
in the branches of a tree.
I am now a wobbling kite,
a wandering kite
I do not understand
But one day I shall see
thy loving hands was taking pains
to fashion me for thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a creative lines mercy.....lines dances in a poetic style....pleasant n cute....like bein a kite always.....10+ sebastine.......