As the western wind starts blowing
The humming of mothers begins raining
Then puts it off abruptly
On the desert sand
The suffocation of closed rooms
Disappears little by little
Mother had a special relation with wind
The wind from her hand fan
Use to to talk to her
At the time of summer heat
When wind get dried upon her lips
Mother used to wait
For the wind, and its wetness
Which came from her land
After having meet with her ponds
Use to bring wetness of a drop of tear
Wind does not come to my close house
I have to go to meet him
Under the tree, where she comes
With a wetness of the Sea
The wind of Sea is salty
Which stick on my lips
Waiting for some kisses
Which can suck salt from lips
I recollect the salt in the sand
Who has a comparative with wind
Whether the Sea,
Or the sand
The only Wind scribes
The story of love
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