In the desolate air, desperate shouts of souls
who live in shadow, with human-like behavior
create melancholy dissonance
thinking of a defeated past
and an uncertain future.
In the painful silence, words
without sense wander in a veiled cloak
someone calls out to someone…
the other answers no one.
Now all is silence: sleepless beings
have lost their way home and lodge
where they find light; worried relatives
retrace their painful steps
to find the lost child.
Only the wind among the hearty
gives the breath of life ...
… prolonging the agony.
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The vesper wind rushes in
with agile streams leaving
its essence in the light
With whispering steps it penetrates
the night, filling the gap
with soothing and slim airs
It staunches the senses in a mystical
smile of death and life together
expiring and breathing here and there
It is wearing a secret
that no one can guess
evasive like him
everyone can contemplate
transported for an instant
into the heart of winds