The whistling wind is flowing across my face,
I still don't know with whom does it race,
The birds are flying up in the sky,
And the clouds are making the surrounding still,
I still don't know with whom does it race
The whistling wind is flowing across my face
The trees are shaking from left to right,
Even some are uprooted with fright
I ask the wind,'Hey! what did you do ?'
She says I don't care
I still don't know with whom does it race
The mischievous wind is flowing across my face
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PoetryHey guys..!!! First of all I would like to tell you guys that this is my first book on wattpad so I have decided to keep it short enough.This book has poems and quotes which I wrote when I was in 9th grade, They would probably sound very childish bu...
