Whirring of the Fan
The whirring of the fan meant much to me.
The effect of quietness it brought,
Meant the quietness I sought.
I lounged around the patio.
Those palm trees in my yard,
Swayed oh so gently in the wind.
The wind blew around me,
Every where I moved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem