The wind too has a story Blowing from east to west North to South Seen it all but still blows all the same Clearing the streets Messing the streets
Cursed, Blessed But it never stops blowing because That's what its meant to do Blow us happy Blow us hysterical
Oh! How i could blow with the wind Find you in your hiding Blow you up happy Blow you up crazy for me again
I'd refresh you with my cool breeze Make a deal with the sun and the clouds Blow you up cool on a hot day blow you up warm on a cold day Whatever the cost make you smile
If i were the wind I'd clear all your cares and burdens All your regrets Mess you up with my pure love for you Blow you you up content, restful, joyous
Just if i were the wind i would whistle in the chimney tops Asong of mine true love Lost but found Make the whole world know i am no ordinary wind I am a freshly found breeze In this climatic change heat A wind of hope and love again I am the wind
Hi friends! I hope you like this poem of mine and feel free to give advice:) thanks