Liesten, listen
don't you really hear within the wind, how it sounds
my voice,where you find my love and my longing
it is simple and strong like spring trees
Like flexed branches of young willows next to fences
across fields, stark wind, sprint gushes in heards
breath stops the chest, it pulse with blood in temple
till it start hurt, carring the jouiful hearts in hands
I am walking with the wind, with unknow name on my lips
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