Wind

Rustling and whistling,
She flies through me
She kisses my soul
And makes me smile from my heart
I look around
But she is gone,
Gone far...
To make someome smile
Past the farmers smiling
To the heaven,
To make the Almighty smile
Whispering through every ear,
Tickling the cuckoos and nightangle
Making the twigs dance until they fall off,
For she dances with every glory,
And weep with the sorrow,
She swings with the birda
And listens to the stories of the greenery,



Poetry by Ekisha Sharma
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Written on 2009-11-21 at 09:25

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
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2009-11-22



Beautiful imagery here.

Thank you for sharing her journey...it was so pleasant and enlightening.

Welcome to poetbay

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-11-21