Poem -
The Wind
She dances across the room
Like a Latino dancer
She disarranges the place when she's mad
She carries the fragrances of
Sweet , smelly and sour
How nice she is when she cools my skin
Not one glimpse of her when she passes
Just a kiss that slaps my cheeks away
I sit and giggle how she tosses the tall grass
from side to side
She comes so sneaky sometimes,
Leaving me cold and shaky
O how I love the touch of your calm
Air .
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just wow....the way u gave a vivid description i can imagine her grace...:)
loved it...thanks for sharing..
u really made wind like a dancing girl...:)
Thank you Vijit .
Hi Samantha,
An extremely cool deliverance of the ability of mother nature, blowing the breath of her fragrance through the funnels our lives, to erase the fowls of our todays and replacing them with the sweet, some times chilling and (on another), blistering warmeths of our tomorrows. Tatooing here essance in the form of cheer bumps or, that of the flow of a trail of liquid love in the form of swet, exhuberating from the pores of our anatomical being.She marks her presance with the intrusiveness or invassion of gentle combing with the aide of her wind swept fingers, some times ever so softly and (on others), a torential shove, along the plains of our, (just as the wind),ever changing lives....Very elegantly delivered and portrayal of her breath, such as that of a sweet whisper into the inner ear of a loved ones never forgotten, nor wanting to forget, memories.......
Jim