By: Yousef Elharrak

The bird with broken wings contemplates
The kite flying in the sky
The breeze takes the kite away
Up on the hills

The bird moves its wings
It can’t fly like colors in the kite
Sometimes paper is much more free
Than an open cage
Sometimes freedom means ‘’open ‘’
Sometimes it means wings of heaven
The wounded wing can’t fly like a kite
Because it still doesn’t know the real meaning of butterfly
A butterfly is the abbreviation of both color and wing
When they both sing the spring song