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Wild Is The Wind
She run away from home
When she was only 16
She said, she was going
To follow the wind.
I seen the wind blow in our town
I've heard the wind blow in our town
But I never saw her.
Many Moons I have seen
Since she left us
And one day
She came home.
Mama was surprised to see her
And said 'you are one wild child.'
But she just smiled and said
''Wild is not me mama,
Wild is the wind.'
poem
by
Arsiema Berhane
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