In very backwoods, like your last breath,
The wind will capture me as it is.
With forests’ freshness and empty grace
The wind will giggle into my face.
Been flying sideways as midnight squall,
The wind will flurry right through me all.
In this deserted and sacred place,
The wind will leave me with nothing else.
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http://stihi.ru/2020/09/14/1354
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