The wind my wounds are healing
caressing my skin with careful hands,
that soothing feeling.
I rise
I feel
and I see
the wind that reach the shore
That cooling wind that find,
softly,
cleaning up the unhappiness of my mind
The Wind has no fear
It cleans up the tear
on my cheek,
gently
And the shining Sun
understands
The waves they are roaring
and so is my mind.
It washes over
my disappointment
Rinse!
Rinse!
my eye, my heart!
Please, ease my pain!
The beauteous
The cozy
Away and gone all the lush greenery
The wind my wounds are healing
caressing my skin with careful hands,
that soothing feeling.
I rise
I feel
and now the wind
tie us together with
Love!
by Rose-Marie Sandelius
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