Talk with the wind
To ask me whether I still
Believe in fairy kingdom
Of love I wanted to kill.
I answered: “Show me the heaven.
And if the god is alive
I’ll beg to grant me forever
That mortal, make me his wife”
The wind was bleeding despair
And left to visit the grave...
The answer – clear and fair –
Was: “No, despicable slave”.
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