As I tell the hollow winds my fleeting tale,
my disgraced face looks all too pale.
In the pouring rain,
the bitter tears join;
flowing down the rusty drain.
In futile belief I share my shaken mind,
To the holllow winds that seem so kind.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
As I tell the hollow winds my fleeting tale,
my disgraced face looks all too pale.
In the pouring rain,
the bitter tears join;
flowing down the rusty drain.
In futile belief I share my shaken mind,
To the holllow winds that seem so kind.
