The Scary Wind The Scary wind So violent and not at all silent Brought himself with The

force of the seas. So the seas were brought To the city of the forbidden dreams. I was rambling In bed through the different scenes Of my life, of that play And the wind so stubborn and disrespectful Wanted to get into the room of my thoughts Wind why do not you politely knock my door? I would not mind opening for you my soul But do not you see that I am hurt? I do not want you to get through my window For you will see I am thinking of my beloved. The wind itself brought dozens of hurtful memories: The memories were like knives that scarred my heart. They made it bleed And they made snowflakes of pain in my face appear Fortunately Like so many times in the past I learned to disguise the pain with the silence of my tears.