The wind blows again
It is sweet
It smells good
The Touch is there too
The beauty of the wind
When it blows
But then it changes direction
You are confused
Where did it go
You are left empty confused and
Know not what direction to turn
You walk alone
Dazed
When the wind blows again
You try to avoid it
But you give in
To its sweet charms and
Breath.
Then it goes again.
How many times do you trust the wind
The wind blows again