The wind whispers / breathes in my ears. I see in the eyes of a shy roe deer. Sheets rustle Wind from the north ice-cold the quiet whisper by the wood Animals meet, they play hide, behind trees and hedges. A clearing in the slope Witches dance around a big fire The fire place crackles they whisper her witch's sayings Ice-crystals form everything what you touches will answer to you. every feeling in you is, is raised by simoom. It is the wind of the south In the circle of the mind world you are wilkommen. Your oscillations dive in the tallness and whole. You are in the middle of the events Hand over your fears to the big blazing fire. Free YOURSELF