The soft invisible weaves that
caries our souls to places
more beautiful that we could
ever dream of.
Sometimes the wind is angry
because there are no souls to carry.
So it destroys and break things.
Just because the wind doesn't
want to be alone while it travels.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
The soft invisible weaves that
caries our souls to places
more beautiful that we could
ever dream of.
Sometimes the wind is angry
because there are no souls to carry.
So it destroys and break things.
Just because the wind doesn't
want to be alone while it travels.
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