Sahara Winds Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

I am in love with the dust,
That settles over the green fields.
That dry wind that flows in october,
And make my beautiful voice hoarse.
They sahara winds.

It flows from the great desert,
Pure it comes
Bringing along the sins of its people.
Travelling carefully to the Atlantic.
Oh! Sahara winds.

That beautiful feeling,
Of sitting on the balcony and being amaze.
As to what you care,
Forgetting all the troubles of the rain
And not thinking of the upcoming heat.
Just living in your moment,
Sahara winds, sahara winds.
You are a testament of glory.
They real meaning of gorgeous.