The wind blows,
but it does not show.
It's an everlasting that seems to fly,
but it never is seen by the eye.
The Wind Unseen
We can chase it as long as you please,
but catching it won't be of any ease.
You can't train it to do what you want.
It's something that can and will haunt.
The Wind Unseen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
3rd line: something ain't right here, Chryssie. i like the poem, but it 'could use a little work'! bri :) how ya doin'? ?