I'm like a wind that's flowing,
Sometimes strong ,sometimes suiting!
Like a dot in the sentence,
Seems nothing yet critical.
I hop and hop in those hopes,
Waving at you to stand up!
Bend to mend and cried out loud,
Whistling within, don't give up!
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryWhenever you cry, I born inside I feed from your fear, grows and hide; I'm your pillow that is invisible I'm always ready whenever you fall. In air I grasp for joy to bring turns the winter into the warmest spring; shyly changing your worst to best ...
