The
wind
The
wind is bringing me
Her
smells,
Her
words.
The
wind…
Fills
my head
With
her pictures,
Smile,
beauty.
Breaking
me
On
thousands of little pieces,
Like
gentile,
Porcelain
vase.
Her
eyes...
Her
hair...
Her
hands that touched me...
Everything
is in the wind,
And
he is traveling with me.
Just
like the shadow which I can't leave behind.
Even
if I want,
I
can't stop him.
Because
this wind is special.
And
soon, the wind is everything to me.
My
shelter from the horrible reality!
A
support in everything!
An
ideal of perfection.
My
thoughts are traveling
Together
with him.
Without
looking back,
And
thinking about returning.
I'm
traveling with the wind…
All
the way down
To
his beautiful source.
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