The sound of the wind was magical
It made her feel beautiful
She learned a few things from how it made her feel
It changed her and she became real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty is a virtual image of its creator, when it feels it's beauty and thinks, it's changed in she, a real image of its creator. A thoughtful poem that touches the heart of its reader.
Perfect imagery and interpretation as a reader; Akhtar! ! Not everyone gets my writing. Thank you for reading!