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