Simple Verse. No.2- My Kite Poem by Valsa George
Simple Verse. No.2- My Kite
I fashioned my dreams
into a kite
set it fly into the sky
I watched it soar
higher and higher
over the shrouds of sleeping fog
and clapped my hands loud
in gay abandon
But when had it eluded my grip?
I wasn’t cautious
Oh, now I see my kite
disappearing into the horizon
like a black speck of soot
signaling,
it no more belongs to me!
We should all try to hold on to our dreams, sometimes they are all we have. Super poem Valsa.
Our dreams can sometimes take over our lives. Keep hold of the string of your kite.
Flying a kite in a dream is interesting. Flying it in real life is more interesting but when it will be eluded from grip the kite will be disappeared and the glee will be vanished soon. A beautiful poem on Kite is well executed. Five stars..
Ecstasy (A comment on Valsa George’s Poem My Kite) Who should be blamed for this hijacking? Was it me something who was lacking? My sweet dreams were hijacked, The kite couldn’t be tracked, Ecstasy! Silently enjoyed my kite’s off tracking!
Wow.... this is great! Thanks for the humorous comment! But I am so sorry your dreams are hijacked!
Groovy write.Wonderful imaginary. Best word choice. Many thanks.
A lovely write. But did the kite escape or did you set it free, like a dream realised because it was freed from the mind to reality.
ANOTHER MARVELLOUS WRITE, VALSA ! We hold on to our dreams enjoying, but unawares let it go! Lovely!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 6:21:18 PM # 1.0.0
Kites are better observed with the tail of its thread in our hand.... But in your case it is pleasantly let to vanish in the heights of the sky and thus do all our dreams soar high...