The wind does not die in summer
Nor it makes us shiver in rainy days
It does not blow the tears off our eyes
Nor carry our smiles away
It gently stroke my face like your fingers
Softly chill my cheeks like your wanting lips
Make me cold when I open the window in the evening
Make me hide under my blankets
Feel the sheets of time collapse on my skin
Where you once had
Deep into me,dug the earth out of me
Made me empty and light as a feather
So the wind can take me..
You make me fly...