East Wind: kiss my face and sway my meagre clothes; use them as your hands to tickle my skin, a rare sensation.


West Wind: let me continue to breathe your sweet freshness; chilling my throat at the swift intake of your being


North Wind: release the constraints of my hair; run your ghostly fingers through it,  sculpt an unseen, unusual beauty.


South Wind: become my nourishment; let me cling, don't leave me in need of your significant presence



Travel the world to find me, i plead.
Allow me to forget your vitality and forgive me for that.
Let me breathe on and on until my lungs become foolish enough to resist your eager kindness.