oh how the wind blows oh so free, but i love you. Secretly i hold.
The wind flows though my hair and fills me with new life.
But the wind it tears down the earth with just a breath. The wind changes and never stand still in one place.
The fear in my eyes, seeing that the wind will never be peaceful.
i hide in a cave, try to get away from your power. oh.... but how i love this dark wind.
Come, See. For this is you.Never will this be.
A nice one...fully imaginating....and forcing the reader to imagine ur situation... U've portrayed abt wind and its quality very well...
nice visual metaphor But the wind it tears down the earth with just a breath nice meditative poem 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you oh so very much! ! !