And i like to think
that the wind carries
our songs, prayers and silent pleas and it ends up somewhere.
Maybe it moves the clouds
to other places
or sways the trees.
sometimes they rustle or shake
as if to answer.
as if to say ,
"we heard you, you are not alone"
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:43 PM UTC
And i like to think
that the wind carries
our songs, prayers and silent pleas and it ends up somewhere.
Maybe it moves the clouds
to other places
or sways the trees.
sometimes they rustle or shake
as if to answer.
as if to say ,
"we heard you, you are not alone"
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