LIKE A PIECE OF DUST IN THE WIND

O my Love, leave not my side

Breathe the fragrant air from slumbering trees

Butterflies glide from flower to flower

Sit by me as we sip the tea of cardamom and cinnamon

And listen to the distant music of the flute

The ancient tree withers its last foliage

The autumn rain will stop in an hour

The birds will depart on their flight, far away

Don’t go too far, my love, you will not hear me, for it is time;

The Soul fly bare feet in silence

Like a piece of dust in the wind

It is dark there. There are no lights on the road

Don’t go too far

Stay close to me. It will be too late

I will be white, a shell, dust

I will be a ring of fire

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When you visit my zone of silence

Rip off the weeds from earth

Plant a purple honeysuckle vine