I have a crochet-thread big roll lengthy and unbreakable <br />And this bamboo skeleton wrapped with an oil paper. <br />In the drizzle of gloomy hope, <br />My dreamlike delicate kite <br />When she goes to the unfaithful sky? <br />And I hear that she mutters; <br />'Kites rise against the wind.' <br /> <br /> <br />(I dedicate this poem to my friends Jerry & Alison)<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-takes-my-torn-kite-up/
