I dance with the wind.

I dance with the wind. The wind cut my life, whirlpool. I looked up in the sky and slammed to the ground. I felt the pain that ran through my body, which iedzēla as the bees sting. So Achingly, painful. I fell ashamed and again noble wings. I felt his touch day and night. I listened to his voice and sang with him. I looked at the clouds and dreaming. I flew with the wings of the wind. But as the wind cut sheet whirl, he laughed and ran away. I stayed as a small child who is waiting for a miracle … so the wind just dance with me.