The Extrodinary Wind

• Shamane Wijayakoon, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

It dosnt blow fast
yet it dosnt blow slow
but yet its not so far
and what it happens to be is true
when it blows you fell the happines
a kiss on your cheek arise
but whan all falls down
the day is yet to blame itself
but not because it blows in agony
its because it happines
overjoyed in once not joyed with
but we do what we do and call it names
what is it
the wind it is