The wind upon the dusty road creep
She have desire somebody to meet
She feel the footprint of his feet
In every corner twist his whirl
She no to have a body only will
When she come closer he to thrill
She love to touch his hair
So beautiful, so light and fair
She everywhere where the air
One day she fly upon a cloud
To find his trace and look around
She quietly descend on ground
He walk alone, he no have pair
He fell how wind to touch his hair
His single think was like a prayer
In this short moment he wake up
And love to close her softly trap
In very day he lost his map
All peoples say he lost the head
He run like wind and laugh like mad
And females sigh it's very sad
In his last day she take his soul
And he and she were like one blow
Together fly and high and low
Wind
© Copyright: Егор Ведерников, 2019
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