اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Be my weather
Blow through me like the wind
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs
Rain on me
Be my winter
For what do I wish?
Not for stone or for wood
Nor of water or of flesh
But to meet you in the space that lies
Between a joke and a smile
And beachcomb the empty mile
Be my weather
Blow through me like the wind
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs
Rain on me
Be my winter
