When the wind blows & howls & roars...
means the storm is on its way
As it gets closer and louder
and screams your name
you want to run away...
Then the wind slows, and calms,
& clears the blue skies
brushing the hair from your face
So loud and destructive it
makes you scream... & at the
same time your heart slows its pace...
You start to think you start to see
that everything isnt always as it seems
Keep your head up and alway see
That things aren't always dreams...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem