Fell the wind, my Brother;
The fresh air that blows,
Early morning cold of wind,
So cold and touch the skin;
Stand the day;
Face the challenge;
For you to know,
The purpose of the day.
Leaves are fall;
With love and care;
Grasses are dancing,
With the music of the wind;
'I need the wind! ',
I say when I'm alone;
My friend;
Say you'll never go...
(March 21,2011- Monday)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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