One nomadic wind

My longing is one nomadic wind wave in need, one coward creek …thy longing is storm you know when you find a cloud tired eagle glides through the gray tangled one willow in need of a comb misled vine tree from its needs that whispering breeze is my longing like a note in need of melody I send you the smell of buds mixed with the loyal zephyr winds with all my longing and let me lend you one breath from my life. ©Günsel Djemal-05.04.2011-Tuesday 13:01 -Herne Hill