The Wind


A poem by Suha.

wind in the grass

The wind will come and hold me

in a last hug

joyful and light

not to frighten me.

He will lead me to unknown lands

invisible yet already present,

on my way back home –


while spreading

my fragrance in the air!


Suha is a graphic designer, writer and poet. Originally from Italy she now lives in Paris.

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