As the breeze blows my hair into
my face i giggle no worries
about tangled hair nature is
the greatest i stand here with my
arms open wide with my eyes shut
wondering were the wind would take me
if i was light as a feather were would i end up
at in this strange world we live in
live it to short to worry about tangles hair
enjoy the breeze while you can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice illustration! .............10+