It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...
I
I touch you with my hands,
And you are far away,
The night that never ends
Is full of lunar rays.
It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...
II
Your voice is cold and brisk,
Your smile is made of leaves,
I put myself at risk
Of being insincere
It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...
III
This wind is slow and vague,
Your mind is tired and clear,
A rain on our parade,
A distant hemisphere
It keeps going,
It keeps blowing,
A stream ethereal,
A dream subliminal...
The wind of uncertainty
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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