Stamped on the eternity
Wind inside me,
I think of roses
coloured by the smell
which they might have got
from you; such scent,
so peculiar, so unique
that overwhelms the wind
which only blows toward you.
My beloved princess!
I can barely distinguish
the smell of the roses from you,
more is the pit, for this flame
spreads as the wind stuck
inside of me.
May the wind
switch over to airstream,
hence your smell
can stand alongside the blue
that also reigns over the ocean
in which my tears feed on,
although they will not ever...
cease the flame.
Wind inside
© Copyright: Дмитрий Галдин, 2018
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