Of wind taking the course over the earth that en-route wherever so pleases with intention and motive. The affiliate of air brushing and hushing upon the surround of earth. Sending sounds to the the sound-able nature hushing the hushing the non-sway-able the gravity of earth that's overwhelming. Lets fly with the tunes of rhythm upon the ears that catch the sweeten of desires and fires within the surround of the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem