My vision moved outside,
enlarged it's sight,
Watched the gusts are coming
with their wondering pride.
Everything is like everything,
nothing changed
Just the sky and the clouds
remain disarranged.
With a wistful mind when all the winds go
When the sky is as clean as driven snow !
These windy days ,
Oh ! the young life says,
There were some creepy time
never fell from grace.
I called those windy moments,
My frozen brays;
Hardly anyone could guess, I had loved those windy days !
