I in solitude walk free of publicity nets
in moonlit nights I bask in moonbeams
wind whispers love songs in my ears
winds longing tender kisses my lips
winds fingers play through my hair caresses
wind strokes my brow my heart soft holds
wind holds my hand as we listen to star songs
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem