As the wind gently whispers words
Into my opened ear,
The world around me stops.
It stops to listen,
To hear what’s going to be said.
The earth speaks to us,
Through the wind,
As it gently whispers,
Into my ear.
It says,
'Let me guide you.
Take my hand and,
Ill take you
where you want to go.'
'But Im scaird.
I can't let you take me away.
I have my life and
I... am... happy.'
It says,
'Dont be scaird.
Your safe with me.
Ill take you to a safe place,
Where you will forget.'
'Ok I gess I'll go.'
So I took its hand,
and It took me,
To a place with flowers,
And sun, and
I forgot what it was to be sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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