The windA Poem by .What I feel about the wind
The wind is so invisible,
I could hardly touch it. It blows on my face, Showing its elegance and my thoughts, Blow away with it. The wind, It makes me feel protected, And so strong. My hair flows with it, While my body, Shifts in the same place. Wind can get angry, Sweet and caring, Everyday it changes like us. Wind will always be there, For us, All eternity, it is our true friend.
© 2012 .Author's Note
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