on your face feels airflow
so warm and moving slow
like sweet touch of angel's arm
never can offend or harm
sky is endless like a fields
rustle, air flow — feel this?
touch of sun beams to your face
nothing moves at peaceful place
ringing sound of moveless air
you feel wind touching your hair
on your face you feel airflow
it is the trail of fast arrow
one more try, one more arrow…
and I rise again my bow
my own way explain and speak
airflow are touch your cheek
who is shooter, who was aim?
pretty sure, you know her name
arrows trace
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