It blows over the mountains,
It flits across plains,
It's the melody of the world,
The icing on a cake.
It comes when it's gone,
And leaves when there's much.
And as it swirls around the world,
It might touch your heart.
And leave you wondering where you are,
And where you might be.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoesíaIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
