Aug 2016
Crisp air
and moonlight
alone
I listen to the wolf's cry
wonder if I
still turn the windmills
of your mind
as much as you do mine
and moonlight
alone
I listen to the wolf's cry
wonder if I
still turn the windmills
of your mind
as much as you do mine
There's always that one person you miss and wonder if they miss you too...
