Wind colours my parlour
And my rooms, aids my cars
But at night, makes me light.
Without rules, it breeze through
Pore and hole in my soul,
Far from moots sleeps it smooths.
Its sweet air, grooms my hairs,
As the wind blows my mind
I stretch hands above sands.
Feeling fly up in sky
When the sun, sets for dawn
And the light, sleeps for night
There is this, feeling springs
Riding home on its dome,
Nothing beats breeze at nights.