Lover of the wind

And at night she breaks down and runs as long as she has enough strength.
And the wind... No, it’s not mocking,
Over the one he loved!
He takes care of her, and slowly,
He flies after her step by step,
Let it be windy for others today,
It smells like a whole garden.
But no, he doesn’t feel, he doesn’t repent,
She runs, runs again.
And the pain never wakes up,
After all, the wind is guarding the pain again.
She's tired, she's whistling,
Bent over from dangerous lies,
And in the cloudy sky, in fine painting,
He wrote to her: “Know that I am alive!”
One night I was staring,
And he perked up: “I got it!”
Hope was still basking in the wind,
Why suddenly the mirrors went blind!
But no, he runs through sharp glass,
Along that road of mirrors,
He sees shop windows, colorful rags,
And the mannequin that suddenly got tired.
And the wind surrendered, with light flesh,
I decided to become rain and snow,
After all, never, along the heavenly path,
He can't catch up with his favorite!