The Wind |
I come and go, like the wind, unseen,
Unfelt, unnoticed or even recognized,
And sometimes my voice is heard,
Whistling from distance,
Somewhere out there,
I am on my own, by myself,
In my own world, playing,
Dancing with the snowflakes of the winter breeze.
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Kommentarer | Knowledge - 8 feb 16 - 22:34 | @Dare_me Hehe <33 |
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