Dec 2015
Hearing the rain,
Trickle down my window,
Is music to my ears.
Hearing the wind,
Sway the streets,
Is music to my ears.
It's those little things,
We don't notice,
That warm our souls..
And are music to our hearts.
Trickle down my window,
Is music to my ears.
Hearing the wind,
Sway the streets,
Is music to my ears.
It's those little things,
We don't notice,
That warm our souls..
And are music to our hearts.
(24/F/Ireland)
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