Umur Page #4

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These few sounds.

The sound of the wind

moving the clouds.

The damp scent of the air.

Where has your mind wandered -

to want love and

to hear these few sounds?

Where does your mind realise -

that the scent of damp air

brings to mind a time past?

The one you had never

loved so much before.

The smell of smoke.

The sound, like the wind,

comes down from the treetops.

It's already after midnight.

The ancient smell of smoke.

The fire is fluttering

like a bunch of claws.

The wind is coming from the north.

Even further from the north.

Early hours, the smoke,

the ancient smoke rising -

moving with the wind.

Like in the old days

Like in the old days

The ladder angel.

-To the shield of the sun...

The trees, the nightly ground.

The smoke is moving,

the fire is fluttering.

The face is glowing in the heat.

And now, the world has stopped.

And a man finds his way

like a migratory bird -

and you can't explain it.

I'm nursing

a little flame in my soul.

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