The wind is silent,
But very strong.
Everyone ignores it,
But not me.
People call me crazy,
For saying the wind,
Wispers to me.
It says secrets,
Tells me stories,
And gives me advice.
But no one believes me.
But they'll believe me,
After I tell them,
The biggest secret of all:
The world's not theirs,
It is Mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem