Winds of Fate

Written by: Aleh Barysau

Push me against my back, hit in my face,
like any wind you’re elemental and erratic.
Give me a licking or unhurriedly caress,
play hide-and-seek – a child in father’s jacket. 

Not telling me what winds await ahead –
dead calm, strong gale, dry hot or boreas. 
As the entire world the only truth as old –
last breeze of mine shall fan the deadly face. 

(translated from Russian)

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