and then you run
as fast as you can
to fly your kite against
the wind and
when it gained the power
of the wind
when it rose higher and
then floating there
as you hold the string
that connects you and the kite
in the sky, there is this
the feeling of being one with
the master of the wind and
the sky
elating you much higher
than the stones of this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem