You know, friend,
My birthday date.
You know my dot
A lot or not.
But question is
Am I a breeze,
Am I a hurricane?
Let's go away
From me, when I
Don't patient, cry,
When I'm not queen,
But posture has been
Great dream in past.
Today I'm just
The Shadow's sense.
Who look me gaze
And understand:
I'm wind from Land,
Belongs blue sky.
"Hello, goodbye"
Are all my words,
And pantheon of gods.
26.02.2020.
