The tanned child from the east
travels fast and least.
From the wind she was born,
to the north she must roam.
She travels quickly,
as the wind blows swiftly,
she twirls beneath the grass
that made their way pass.
For she is not spirit nor human,
but the breath that grasps a wooden tree
and the flowers can agree
that she is the wind that dances free.
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The Wind's Sightseer
PoetryA poem that tells a small tale of a girl that is one with the wind. Hope you guys like it , feel free to criticize in a constructive matter
