Wind is coming here
Oh! she is dancing
Wet
Caressing the pines
She hugs me
Invisible
She washes my grief
Heals my fatigue bones
Oh! she is screaming
Quietly
We both feel each touch
Mostly when I get hunged clothes outside
This bachelor pad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wind here and there...touching us gently....healing our sorrow....If people are like it, then how happy we could be...