The wind calls, pulls you closer to me
fluff
Your chestnut bode reaches my fingertips
Chestnut coat
The disguise you wears changes so effortlessly
He wears masks to lure mares
But are you prepared to face this mare's fantasy?
Kanti is indeed obsessed with him
You tease and turn, on an endless run
He plays with mares
But come to me, become one with me, Indian and grain
Flax is a grain, Kanti is an Indian city
Credits to picture on page, since they won't show up since they are in black: http://twiwolf.deviantart.com/art/Free-Love-362011598