Sitting atop my perch the wind howls on
While some might find it annoying
as it whips around their hair
It is a comforting feeling for me
As the others move behind glass
I stand until I am alone
Just me and the wind
and the rushing cars below
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Sitting atop my perch the wind howls on
While some might find it annoying
as it whips around their hair
It is a comforting feeling for me
As the others move behind glass
I stand until I am alone
Just me and the wind
and the rushing cars below
Even the harshest winds can be calming
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