I blow and blow with all my might
Under the hot sun’s piercing rays
I never stop even at night
But blow more through the humid days
I make the sand fly through the desert
Till the travelers’ steps are measured
And between them, the time is treasured
They have no time, that can be leisured
I play my pranks all day long
And sing a breezy, windy song
And although I know my mischief is wrong
I play it all the day along……
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Fun song of the wind............
thanks - it was meant to be 'breezy'
have a good day
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