As the winds blow
From the north
Through to the south-
Making freshness flow
And without rest
To East and then West
They seem to say
Along their way
"My maker, the best"
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:02 AM UTC
As the winds blow
From the north
Through to the south-
Making freshness flow
And without rest
To East and then West
They seem to say
Along their way
"My maker, the best"