The wind blows through my windows
And sings to me songs of love hours long
Sometimes it blows soft and crispy
Sometimes it blows very rude and strong
It whispers into my ears many a tale
Of love and passion in young hearts
How love united people of the dales
How jealously and hate keep them apart
The wind comes blowing from lands
Of many cultures, religions and races
It gives me massages of freedom and
Struggles as it travels to many places
I like the wind for its unprejudiced
Traits and its love for moving free
It comes and goes giving messages
Of countries and regions I can't see
A wonderful poem is shared here. Beautifully put...5 stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It whispers into my ears many a tale Of love and passion in young hearts// wow nicely penned; sweet rhyming