In a thousand movements of breath, rising white yarns ...
In the blue sky my soul there is a burning heat, about taste and about love ...
Then the north wind blows to the sun ...
Until I stood up waiting for the shadow to rise,
Because with the day and the winds of fragrant life scattered ...
Closer, more closely ...
Like the whole body ...
And I was set in a red dusk, until the sun seemed to be ...
Because I know I'm up to this just to wait ...
Far away and feeling close to soul ...
As you said to me ...
If you miss the feel of wind, because you said that then you told your feelings to the wind then ... 
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