Ana Božičević The Wind You smell like a Cello to me What I always Wanted to play You look like A tree With the light Left on I'm not sure Where you came From and what Makes you afraid But I know It's not me And you're not From the past I think you're From some stream Of time That only Just begins Like a hiccup I don't want To end Yawn passed on In secret The wind Teasing the Seafoam Do you think There's Just one wind?