Wild wind rush bye
And make the trees say what they say
They pick momentum
Shake off the dead in them
Such that cannot carry on
You hum from your cannon
The music was wild
Tender to living grievous to the dead
Like vampires they went back to their trunk
To sleep and see vision
Mission for one
Only the wind kept their stay
As little they can say
Waving them from east to west
Till they wax weak
To wave no more
this is the second windy poem I have read today do read my MOMS SMILES POETESS some day if not today one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful one on the wind and its effects...10.