the wind

the wind that blows,
doesn't show its presence,
but,
you feel it.
it enters into those tiny little cracks,
of the wooden doors,
or the transparent windows.
 it sometimes slides through those ruffled blouses,
or those long flourishing dresses.
it gives a tingle every now and then.
just like the wind~
though you may want to hide it,fight it,
it just always,
stays,
right there.
everywhere you go..