Whispers of the Winds
What color is the wind?
I only know it kisses me and tickles toes.
Like a magician at times, it opens doors.
It makes leaves do exotic dances.
It can make my hair really goofy.
What does the wind smell like?
At times of beef stew cooking.
Or your infant's sweet caress.
Total, absolute happiness.
In winter, it spirals sparkling snow.
But....where does it live?
And where does it go?
Beautifully expressed on sweet wind.....as it whispers to me that " colorless I'm universally granted for enliven life" .....deserve 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful, poem. Full of charm and imagination. Liked it a lot!
Thank you Sandra. It's a simple poem but jumps with life. Panagiota.