Shall I have time to tell you what you are?
You are the Wind that needs no wings to fly,
And playing tricks on random passers-by
You seem to be as charming as a child -
The same bizarre.
Shall I have words to say how much you mean
For all the lost and empty human souls,
For hearts that used to burn, but now are coals,
When they are looking through their minds' keyholes
At what is seen?
Shall I have Love to wrap your shoulders in,
To make your roads safe and choices right
So you could only shine and cause delight
And find your shelter place of peace and quiet
Freed from the sin?
(Shall I be wise enough to keep this all unsaid,
So not to break by sound our binding thread?)
To J
© Copyright: Анна Винни, 2013
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