There is no wind blowing through my hair no more
Is it the wind gone
Or just my hair alone
Nor warmth on my forehead I can feel…
… There were hollow spaces in my bones
there was draft through the house
Through my bones the wind was whispering
putting out the candle flaming…
I can hear no whisper any more
I can see no light any more
Nor draft in my body
Nor cavities in this house
Nor warmth on my forehead
Nor the wind is near
or my hair is here…