Author: Nikki Pee
the wind is what i smell i feel it on my face as well the wind blows everywhere even in my hair the wind talks to me about being free and wants to play with me the wind is my friend until the end something you want to share it blows into thin air it want talk about you behind your back and start things that will hold you back the wind....
Comments on this poem/writing:
|maranda (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, July 25 2005, 01:21 am|
great poem, i liked this one a lot.
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