Go on,
imagine the wind.
I wonder if you can.
Carrying with it everywhere it has been,
the voices it has heard and pain endured.
We call it beautiful,
but we do not see it.
It is a message, a whisper from our past;
guidance for our future.
Our most blissful moments-
when we are swept of our feet.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
Go on,
imagine the wind.
I wonder if you can.
Carrying with it everywhere it has been,
the voices it has heard and pain endured.
We call it beautiful,
but we do not see it.
It is a message, a whisper from our past;
guidance for our future.
Our most blissful moments-
when we are swept of our feet.