The myth

Мария Алматова 2
I am an evening wind:
As gentle as an elf...
A taste of peppermint:
You feel it as you're a deaf!
Emotions on the edge
Of one of the highest cliff!
The beauties, that we merge,
Will turn the world to myth!
Let's try to reach the goal:
To live through endless love...
To touch each other's soul,
As pure as a dove:)