wind

Trading places with the wind,
       that gently and quickly took my friend
I turned myself into myself,
          and came out through you,
     Do you know who I am?-I am the wind.

I swiftly touch your face with my caress,
            Now you quietly rest,
I am the wind..you don't see me, you feel me,

Feel me in your soul, because I take your memory
everywhere I go.
               I am the WIND.

"The Wind"

by Qiana