Through The Wind Poem by George Samuel

I do not chase the wind
I do not run from you
I do not hide away your kiss
I do not deny you
Please don't judge me first
Until the light blink
Between us
That you see my face shrink
And how i wet and weep
You will see i do not sleep
In the city or eat with a silver spoon
Or marry a golden girl
With high heels and baby hair
I do not go to the king
To view the beautiful palace and the queen
Stare straight at the luxury of the royal prince
If you could see from home
I do not leave the street
Or hast away to avoid the rain
Even fail to embrace the sun
Believe me i do not lie