The wind is blowing through my hair, on this warm night.
by Linda ErikssonBique
The stars are setting down, so peacefully this night.
I'm sitting on this roof, just relaxing for a while.
Speaking out my poems, as they wildly pass my mind.
Not even a tear slips down from my eye.
Not one raindropp from the sky.
I get up and walk towards the door.
I say my last poem, which says goodbye to war.
I smile, I giggle, i even start to laugh.
The war is over, and i'm glad that it passed.