Wind of way.

Rage is flowing on the Earth,
Wind of sense turns into storm;
Who has stolen face of yours
Till this moment you’ve not known.

Someone curved, bended shouts
And can calm no way;
Lilliputs are thrown about
By the wind of way.

And the dearest lost tie
Is the hoop on neck;
My reflection, where can I
Find you and get back?

Morning’s ringing here and there
With the hour of twelve;
Lilliputs are everywhere
Due to wind of way.