Hail to the Guardians of the East!
On heather wastelands,
Full of mist,
The winds will blow.
Hail to the Guardians of the North!
On peaks that high
Above the earth
The winds will blow.
Hail to the Guardians of the West!
Where ocean waves
Lick shore's chest
The winds will blow.
Hail to the Guardians of the South!
In wildest woods,
Where creature's haunt,
The winds will blow.
The changing winds will blow in each
Of every four
Renowned reach -
Same is my soul.
With spirit free,
As eagle's flight,
I travel,
As a feather light,
And grasp them all.
And while my body
's lying here,
With winds I dance
In astral sphere -
Untamed at all.
The Winds will blow
© Copyright: Винсент Марков, 2014
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