The wind of a land
asked a stranger,
'Why did you come here?'
The stranger's replied,
'Do you like to caress my hair?,
If you like, I'll stay,
Else, I'll go away.'
Like the wind,
You asked me,
Why I've made your heart my home.
Like the stranger I replied,
'Ask your heart
If it would let me stay,
Or, else, I'll go away.'
1 comment:
As long as the wind is gentle and refreshing the stranger will stay and likewise for the heart
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