Playful wind, playing with my hair
Blow me the scent of the fresh spring air.
Gentle wind, softly touching my face
Blow me coolness, this summer heat please take.
Tired wind, gently playing with the leaves
Blow me the fresh, soft sting of winter.
Sharp wind, whipping my hair, stinging my face
Blow me the fresh, cold scent of snow.
Wind, through all of the seasons
Wind, with me throughout the year
Wind.
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Book of Poems
ŞiirJust a book of some of my poems. Rosebud was my first poem ever. Other than that I don't know the order. *************************************************************************************
