Windy March
Being in a meadow in the month of March
I see the wind coming to me with a march
It shakes the oak tree and it's branch
Wanting to stay with the wind, not in a company branch
The wind touches me as a soft kiss
Which touches my lips with a sound of hiss
Dancing with this mushy mild breeze
A lovely environment which won't make me freeze
This time you stamp tender on the meadow
But when you are red you slamp on my window
Wind, you made me happy at last
I will forget your anger of the past
Having a doubt from where you come
From the mountains, oceans or any other some?
Every March will you come to me?
This little girl is waiting to be
Twirling around me and all
Being with the trees at the fall
Breaking all my bounds of wall
I am flying with you till my mom's call
Copyright © Methmi Mandara | Year Posted 2021
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