The blue kite flies high on the sky

Moving aimlessly, carefree and beautiful

Going up, coming down, twirling and twisting

On the blue vastness he claims his own

Another kite comes from no where

Swirls round him like divine providence

Twisting his lustrous string to complicated knots

He cannot fly high now, cannot sway to his wishes

He is knotted and tucked by a reinman

He is tucked to an endless story

The story of aches, pains, humans

The story of life.