In love with the dark 'n with the light
Yapping gusts from the far South
Swishing to 'em the hem of the night
Blow and blowlike no other mouth
Hold on! there is a child in the stubble
collecting dry dreams under the sun
And hollering ' Hey dude! Isn't it probable
That the roundabout Couscous is done?
It needs more gusts in gas chamber I can tell
You know the bread under the breath ofhell
It doesn't matter if you wait beyond waiting
Or if all your roses wither at a ghibli blasting.
I like a gentle rain, but don't care much for wind. An interesting poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It doesn't matter if you wait beyond waiting Or if all your roses wither at a ghibli blasting....excellently crafted..... Pleasure to read