The wind rattles the branches
Leaves crunching underneath my feet
Like polite small wind chimes
Filling up the streets
The temperature dropped suddenly
From swimming and tanning to cuddling in a matter of weeks
Yet as these observations rub through my head
The whispers in the wind carry ideas, dreams and plans, each one unique.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
The wind rattles the branches
Leaves crunching underneath my feet
Like polite small wind chimes
Filling up the streets
The temperature dropped suddenly
From swimming and tanning to cuddling in a matter of weeks
Yet as these observations rub through my head
The whispers in the wind carry ideas, dreams and plans, each one unique.
