In the Echo of Winds

Girl at the wind

I cannot tell you, my friend,
What lays on my heart,
How much it contains
And what song has there place.

My crying is just a whisper,
No matter how loud it is.
Your ears, so used to sweet music,
Cannot hear it in the echo of winds...


© 2016
* Painting "Boreas" by English artist John William Waterhouse, 1903.

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