The wind knows
Every spoken secret
It reaches through
Flowing upon every heart
Just like a river flow
Branches upon a tree
Falling leaves on the ground
It picks up each and every word
Locking them in time
If you listen closely
You'll hear the voices of the past
YOU ARE READING
Poems about me
PoetryThis are the pomes I already posted on comafull, sadly the webside closed
