The voice of the wind is like a wild horse The voices of the winds hoarse But there are singing summer thunderstorms... I've written everything, but not the destiny of yours... I have no choice, just to confess In the deepest inner deliverance... I have no choice, but let you go We used to have a strong resemblance of the Soul, now it's the biggest difference... Still remembering who you are, I could almost lose my mind: How to convey your weightless trail Through the rhyming words of mine? How to convey the nerves sway Or a sudden tender touch of yours?.. How to convey your multiple roles In my loving worlds?.. Maybe, it used to be One of the strongest connections.