Wind is blowing
Over the hill
The wind is blowing
Over the bridge
Over the river
And above the boats.
Its hands are
Wiping the rain drops
And moving hastily
Down the street.
When it reaches
Near my school gate
Limits its speed
To pat me and my friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wind The poem is so simple and lovely..