A wisp of wind
Gathering a leaf, or fairy seed to play with.
Balancing in the air.
Letting it fall gracefully to one spot,
Then up!
Up again for another journey,
Then another resting place.
No weight, no strength.
Just a soft brush on the skin.
Just a wisp of wind.
(5.3.8 Wistical)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice and whimsical...or is it windical...Coach