No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Or where the wind goes
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind carries
The white winter snows
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
What the wind whispers
To black feathered crows
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Or where the wind blows.
Simple, yet well worded poem. Seven on this one from me. God Bless, Linda
This is a thoroughly enchanting read. It has all the musicality and underlying sweetness of something by A A Milne. There are many unnecessary words cluttering up this poetry site. How refreshing to read something like this. Bravo! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The jaunty rhyme and rhythm of the form belies (enhances even) the deeper rationale of the subject matter - a real pleasure to read. S :)
A very graceful and touching write, reminded me Enya songs in its beauty of simplicity. Thanks for sharing with us. Yelena M.
Short and simple. It almost makes me look at it as a kind of playful riddle that's just personal opinion not sure I can explain my reaons why I think that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice and simple John, Choose a riddle without an answer and you have perpetual motion, you could have taken this another 10 stanzas but you have the genius of Youth to know just when to stop. Not like some of us Olde Worlde Guys who just ramble on and on in love with the sound of our own prose (Me Included) +10 Kind Regards Philip