Wind
POEMUNITED STATES7
Seojun
3/2/20261 min read
Wind cannot sit still.
It runs through the trees.
It takes off my hat
and tickles my knees.
Wind has no bedroom.
Wind has no chair.
Maybe that is why
it goes everywhere.
POEMUNITED STATES7
Seojun
3/2/20261 min read
Wind cannot sit still.
It runs through the trees.
It takes off my hat
and tickles my knees.
Wind has no bedroom.
Wind has no chair.
Maybe that is why
it goes everywhere.