Poetry about the wind

Poetry about the wind 1

Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to dance with you.

But where are you?

Oh, you're on the battlefield.

I saw you helping farmers cool off.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to hear you sing.

But where are you?

Oh, at the moment when the little girl's hair fluttered.

I saw you stroking the little girl's hair.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to be your bosom friend.

But where are you?

Oh, at the moment when the flowers smile.

I see you talking to flowers.

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Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to sing with you.

But where are you?

Oh, when the spring thunder plays a beautiful melody.

I saw you with Chun Lei.

Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic

Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to fly with you.

But where are you?

Oh, you're in midair

I saw Yi playing with dead leaves.

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Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to see the world with you.

But where are you?

Oh, at the moment when the meteor crossed the horizon.

I saw you competing with a meteor.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to talk to you about my boredom.

But where are you?

Oh, you are in the sky.

I saw you chasing an angel.

Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic

Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to compose a moving movement with you.

But where are you?

Oh, you're in the street.

I see you are blowing away the dark clouds in the hearts of losers.

Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic

Listen to your singing, wind.

I want to pursue my dream with you.

But where are you?

Oh, you are standing on the starry stage.

I saw you witness people with dreams, the moment they realized their dreams. ...