Poetry

The Wind

Your white brushes my black
Covering my darkness up into the light
Your height is my pride
Going wherever you want

Try to follow,
Understand,
Pursue,
Never give in,
Never give up

The wind
I catch a glimpse of heaven,
I hear symphonies,
A thousand flowers, I smell

Lucky I am
Holding on you tight
Trust
Believe
Seeming like I grow into you
So close, no odds
Simply beautiful

written by Ummi Haniek


printed in "Hello" your best friend in learning English No. 292, April 2010