The windy breeze is playful tonight
Tickling the dogs to bark out loud
Combing my hair into careless braids
Stirring the trees to whisper and dance
Erasing the moon in a gust of smoke
Carrying the sounds of the traffic from far
Brushing my face
Tugging my shirt
Caressing my arms in a soft lullaby
Flipping the pages, trying to read
Thinking 'enough', dancing off with my pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
even on a breezy atmosphere.. you can write a very lovely poem.. poetic indeed..