PASSION OF MY SOUL - My Poetry
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By Tatjana-Mihaela
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PASSION OF MY SOUL...
Who am I
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Somewhere hidden among these hills,
I am mighty wind or tender breeze.
I tickle the rocks and play with the trees,
you can hear me whispering in the leaves...
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Somewhere on these meadows golden- green,
red soil is my body, soft grass is my skin,
through the song of crickets I smile and dream
in the ray of sun is my sparkling gleam...
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