The Wind blows without a sound It blows the trees Never touches the ground Sadly, there is never glee Wind without a cause Cleans life Stands without a pause Cuts the air like a knife How the world is so quiet Peaceful, some may say Hardly anyone is dying While some will say nay Its unwinds and wins Spearing mass fins
The Spirit of Versailles · Sat Apr 30, 2005 @ 09:39pm · 2 Comments |