a gusty, teasing wind
pushes, pushes me, falls on me
left, right, from the front
continues to tease and tease me
a game playing wind
that rips autumnal leaves from the trees
chases them through the streets
whirlwind playing with them
a stormy wind that makes my face
lashed with a lashing rain
a game playing wind that
continues to tease and tease me
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem