Wind

Restless and impatient He was always on the run Looking for something true

Is there anybody could tell Among the peoplae he knew, Where the wind comes from, So much like the wind

Getting quickly among the He cannot be seen trees The secret is what you feel.

Turning up the back side One day he was gone.

Of the trembling leaves. No need to chase the wind, Free like the wind Those days are over…

From the sky till the ground Little angel, she stood there

He loved wandering around, The wind stopped in her hair ! The eyes of a boy Exploring the shapes Of his new toys.

Goran Galaboff taken from: “TAO of LOVE”