Whipping by my window
making little sounds;
wondering,
where does all the
love go.
It goes with you,
my wind
I say.
It goes with you
and stays with you
all day.
And at night,
when the wind
has gone
it drops this love
where it does not
belong.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Whipping by my window
making little sounds;
wondering,
where does all the
love go.
It goes with you,
my wind
I say.
It goes with you
and stays with you
all day.
And at night,
when the wind
has gone
it drops this love
where it does not
belong.
