High on the Himalayan mountains
were I have come to sit trying to
understand why the wind is in a
heart ache and I found out why.
one of its fairies has been caught
and kill for blowing on fire I didn’t
believe it at first but that was until I
saw one of the wind fairies a crystal
blue figure that has landed in my
hands telling me why it is crying
it told me that the fairy that died
was its younger sister and then she
told me that she cries in the wind
to let others know why. I then take
a deep breath of air and blow into
my hands just to listen to the crying
wind ache.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem