Just passing by…
I blow through your hair,
My essence is air
I travel along
Thousand miles strong.
Shifting through the woods,
And trapped in the hoods
I whirl and whisk
Sometimes I frisk.
Brutal or gentle,
Often temperamental
I move and remove
Don’t need you to approve.
My only reason
To follow the season
Exercising my freedom
At random.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| At the sprinklers | 1 | 08/17/2009 |
| I remember.... | 2 | 08/13/2009 |
| Natural contradiction s |
0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Ummi (mom) | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| He, the gentle prophet | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| The recovery | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Political fabrication | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Just passing by… | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Let me out! | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Desert's endurance | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Motherly yours | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Within the shell | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Let peace be! | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Gecko my friend! | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| The maze of life | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Quite mind | 3 | 08/05/2009 |
| The glimpse of a dream | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| The drops of nature | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| The wonderful feeling of Ramadhan | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| PROPOSITION OF MORALITY | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
| HIS SIGNATURE | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
| Live conscious | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
| Life's balance | 3 | 08/04/2009 |
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