The Language of the Wind
Trying to find beauty in the smaller things,
Today I walked home without music.
The wind whispered indistinctly,
Though what it said soon became lucid.
A winter stroll beside a busy road,
My lungs were so cold I feared I may freeze
Until a sparrow in his light beige coat
Spread his...
Today I walked home without music.
The wind whispered indistinctly,
Though what it said soon became lucid.
A winter stroll beside a busy road,
My lungs were so cold I feared I may freeze
Until a sparrow in his light beige coat
Spread his...