The Thoughts Of A Detached Kite

A lil one,

Alone in millions

Fallen on a roof at one end,

Sad because I got no hand to help me fly again 

Going darker that phase I got blue, 

Time by time the sky passed a black glue 

Suddenly I saw a strange sunshine

All unknown but pretty fine

Something was special that day,

I don't know but I must say

I had an unusual excitement,

There was a hand that suddenly bent

It took me up and I was smiling

That sunshine ah! Over my unhappiness it was tiling

The eye of that hand, 

Had a beautiful dream to let me fly again

That moment couldn't be out of my sight,

When the sky was shining with another beautiful ornament, the kite