The wandering wind bangs your hair,
then the glossy hair sways into your visage.
you wipe it back but then
it still retrieves its vicinity,
you blew the breath from your nether lip
such that the lower jaw leading
and the obsessive arena exists,
the undulating hair gets back into the realm,
sensing the resonance of the breath.
Bumped into the wind anew it salvages,
the more you adjust it,
the more it ensues.
what is that?Is that the repercussions of love?
Is the hair smitten with you or
Is it the enamour of the wind or Is it both?
the latent expression of love from the nature,
so does my love....
let me the wandering wind that is winding into your hair...