The Wind is Blowing

Talking, sometimes silent or threatening soft noise
What does the air want? Its movement caresses
The wall of my little home and my still soul

Wind, wind, good to hear you, oh element, loved
A forever friend, you are in all the places, everywhere 
In England, in Hungary. Follower, you still love me just

Your message, “Live, live… Do, do…” Nothing important
Yes, my dear wind. The message has been received
                                                            . Got the message…
But you are free, no human body, I am a corpse

You have no life, you are eternal, Lives from life
Mine is immortal, lives from the past, from dead life
Easy life, the wind life. To be free without humankind

“Yes, but the timeless life is timeless life…,” wind said
Hmm, it's understandable. Is existence suffering?
“No, never”, said Satan. Only the unique state of the road

Wind
Wind

Move
Move

Go
Go

Always
Always

The wind
Is
Blowing
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