I ran outside while it was raining,
holding the winds hand..I let it take me
to its height of freedom.. A place I
can't forget....or understand..
Holding tightly, I fell into the sky full of
clouds sewing dreams that I dared to dream...
I wonder now, will it rain like that again,
will I hold the wind...but not sqeeze to
tightly...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem