The Name Of The Winds I Asked Poem by sabit ince

What is allowed, what is the face I saw
for forty years, I'll speak to you.
Whoever saw that if I asked
winds name, I ask it.

. 'Is no longer enough ordeal
Tell him to died me
Dry bread shared
There is no longer any decision.

Life has come to an end, even
Love hast thou forsaken me slave
similar bud bye
faded now useless

thin branch broke
If you knew you would ask of water halim
I always turns out to falim
I also love all damage.