My dearest,
I will tell you about it when I am connecting with the wind at dawn.
I am looking from the above in order to see the light.
I am the kind-hearted and ever repeated word.
I am a memory of the moment of happiness. A part of joy and sadness.
I am becoming a lover´s present, a funeral wreath.
I would tell you that I love you but you already know.
But don´t look down because you would see all of my shadows.
— Masha Kovtun
