The voice of the wind is like a wild horse\nThe voices of the winds hoarse\nBut there are singing summer thunderstorms...\nI've written everything, \nbut not the destiny of yours...\nI have no choice, just to confess \nIn the deepest inner deliverance...\nI have no choice, but let you go \nWe used to have a strong resemblance\nof the Soul, \nnow it's the biggest difference...\nStill remembering who you are,\nI could almost lose my mind:\nHow to convey your weightless trail\nThrough the rhyming words of mine?\nHow to convey the nerves sway\nOr a sudden tender touch of yours?..\nHow to convey your multiple roles\nIn my loving worlds?..\nMaybe, it used to be \nOne of the strongest connections.