In the sky, above the clouds, my kite is flying with the pretty sparrow, whom she tweets day and night.
She returns to me at the end of the day and just before the dark night, but I fear one day she will break the thread of friendship and disappear beyond my searching eyes.
I can fetter her movement with my sly mind, but my heart revolts if I break the thread of friendship and confine her freedom in the box of imprisoned kites.
I wish I could fly as well as do my pretty kite, but my destiny is to hold the thread and wait for the moment when my kite will make my abode her last-mile.
For now, my kite is flying beyond the clouds, in the sky, in the search of love that is waiting for her in my dreams and her smiles.