Mar 2016
Don’t you hear it?
The sound like a hush running through the dim sky.
Like a whisper echoing across a grassy field.
I hear it.
It calls to me with these words:
"I am here."
Then the rain comes...
The sound like a hush running through the dim sky.
Like a whisper echoing across a grassy field.
I hear it.
It calls to me with these words:
"I am here."
Then the rain comes...
