Kite season has gone.
Every year it comes and goes—
still, I’ve been waiting for the kites.
A kite is a symbol of love and kindness,
a message to a friend,
a message of peace to people of the world.
But kites’ wings were breaking by winter,
and every day I go back home to watch from the window
and wish again for kite flying.
My house is in the hot and dry desert.
Do you know? How much is hard without you—
the walk-through to this hot desert—
I am looking for kite season to come.
I am looking for the day that my kite flies in the sky,
and I will make my kite a peace pigeon
to show and to follow the message of friendship.
Photo by O. Blaise.