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.
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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