When the east wind blows,
I smell your scent.
So near, that the
smallest pebble grows.
And a thousand birds,
twitter in the fading
summer season.
Everything is renewed,
and I dream of an island boat.
Seen over the waves
When the east wind blows,
I smell your scent.
So near, that the
smallest pebble grows.
And a thousand birds,
twitter in the fading
summer season.
Everything is renewed,
and I dream of an island boat.
A Wandering Poet 