With my hands raised above me
Preparing for an embrace
The zephyr wraps around me
Planting light kisses on my face
It comes and it goes without a destination
Nothing holding back,
No memories to constrain
It has no shape or form nothing does it lack
To catch the wind and to contain it
Is only a dream that men hold
For the wind is a free spirit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem