If the wind had their say ...

< Felix Komarov



If the wind had his word,
I knew about myself, felt his flight,
He knew himself a gentle, cold, harsh,
Days collected and metered year.
He would be proud of his freedom,
Force to fly without obstacles.
He would sound the call of God-Rhapsody,
The pride of his own, multiplying a hundredfold.
He would have suffered, sinking in the desert
And I rejoiced, raising a wave.
He would have prayed - for the glory, for the sake of ...
Eagerly sought Him alone.
He would sin, destroying villages covering
And compassion for those who are killed.
He would look for, what is the meaning of the creation of the
And appeared as small before God.
He would be afraid of the death and pain,
He builds his paradise, where freedom of wind ...
He would pray, asking - "until
! I am doomed to wandering himself ... »
But so arranged in the sublunary world,
That nothing is known winds.
Aeolian Harp thin strings
Gently sing without touching their hands.