Murmurs of the wind.

(takes up letter, looks at it closely then, with a sigh, whispers)

Here we are! O, season of mature silence and mist!

Untie these threads, they’re burning my wrist!

(with a slight gesture)

Leading my footsteps astray, I shall no longer walk

(drops letter)

My beautiful wings and awakened eyes

Want to see the world, make murmurs my dress!

Green leaves and rainbow flowers,

Shine goldest soul’s light in midnight hours;

A bright sun to let the warm love be,

Tight threads unveil now, set everyone free!

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