When the wind is whispering about you
And your name is written on the skyline
I know
All the signs and clues
This puzzle is not made to be solved by me
Even when the universe has given me the answer
YOU ARE READING
Camera Life
PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
