They all seamed in a Hurry
The wind blew up a Fury
As the people Hustled
All the leaves Rustled
The wind had Strength
It blew at great Length
Oh the Intensity
Not much Visibility
Walking at a 40 degree Angle
Dangling like a cheap Bangle
Looking for your Sandal
No way to Light a Candle
Oh those windy Days
Some calm and Sun Rays
That is what I Seek
Cross my fingers maybe next Week
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice choice of words, making the poem more windy. Lovely. Susie.