Like a hundred birds fleeing the power lines in autumn afternoons,
You flee the year you have completed and as always the time has passed so soon. There's nothing like the sound of hollow bones beating against the sky, nothing like the feeling of growing older and wondering why?
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 12:36 PM UTC
Like a hundred birds fleeing the power lines in autumn afternoons,
You flee the year you have completed and as always the time has passed so soon. There's nothing like the sound of hollow bones beating against the sky, nothing like the feeling of growing older and wondering why?
