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.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
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.
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