Share Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Pinterest Email A poem by Suha. 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 Suha is a graphic designer, writer and poet. Originally from Italy she now lives in Paris. Amrita SuhaPoetry Prev Post Find yourself in aloneness July 22, 2019 Next Post Web Bytes – meanwhile in India July 23, 2019 Related Posts as if a tree starts running September 22, 2020 Rain Steps Quietly September 15, 2020 The Pleasures of the Damned: Poems, 1951-1993 September 12, 2020 Comments are closed.