Away with the winds
she let him flee.
Released and free...
He yelped in glee.
By the hopes, for the sky,
He soared up high.
Stable... Hurt...
But not to cry.
That was it,
Life was back!
Back he thought,
but not for long...
Human, was he.
Kite, he was not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem