There to to be wind want, that plays your hair.
That delicately ear łaskocze, magic whispers.
There to to be smell want, that irritates senses nicely.
That pursues breath, it strains skin, and it tells to dream secret.
I would like rain byc, that body your .
That brings these shivers błogie, and each nook discovers.
There to to be night want, fire each star on sky.
Supervise your dream and wake up sun for you, to be want.
Become small part of you! But in your blue eyes always .