Blushed winds whispered news of death
Not a day without it
Yesterday also came
Early days yet whisper
Tomorrow becomes destiny
I do not know when to quit
The wind always abort leaves
Shook the branches
Miscarriage old leaves
Because the yellow
Fall of green leaves
Mysterious mortal
O...
The storm glutton insan
Every now and then come here as a human form
Lift the spirits above the sky highway
Soothing souls
Inner-inner entertain this droop
Anguish over the suffering inhaled days
I do not know, when it ends
Yowari Sentani
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Aleks Giyai
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