The wind of uncertainty

Марина Чиянова
It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...

I

I touch you with my hands,
And you are far away,
The night that never ends
Is full of lunar rays.

It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...

II

Your voice is cold and brisk,
Your smile is made of leaves,
I put myself at risk
Of being insincere

It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...


III

This wind is slow and vague,
Your mind is tired and clear,
A rain on our parade,
A distant hemisphere


It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...


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