Dreams of Sharing the Wind's Course
When the wind flies by
I wish to become a spy
Going wherever it is
Being always in great ease
For when the wind flies away
My world becomes all dark and gray
No more do I hear its whisper
No more can I dream of having a bird's feather
Being bonded in an empty cavity
Seeing everywhere only the enemy
For love is no more felt
Love is not even spelt
So dream I only of sharing the wind's passage
Even if I am growing older and older in age!
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