Nomad

The morning breeze wakes her up every morning, played with her messy hair,touches her tired eye lashes , kisses her leaving all its fragrance,comfy her in hot or in cold , as if it loved her from the top to bottom,since years till forever. Still it couldn't be the one with whom in her mind she wakes up every morning . Even the breeze envied him.The only similarity between them was both didn't have a particular destination ,both were nomads.

Reviews

[Rafy T.Nym]

An elegant scenario written in 'Prose poem' form. The soft metaphor presented here has been wisely constructed. Nomadic wind . . . Nomadic person- the comparison is thoughtful. Well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

A nice story told in the short poem. I like the thoughts and the good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

I really liked this!
Keep it up!

[Jacob Clifford]

Good personification of the wind.

[Dayran]

To be as nomadic as the wind ... is certainly no nomad living in the Sahara ... Europe ... or elsewhere. It lives in the mind. Nice catch of phrase.