May 2017
I saw a feather,
In the windy weather.
Flying hither thither,
With no aim either.
Just going with the flow
In a motion so slow.
With a snowy white glow,
On a distance so low...
In the windy weather.
Flying hither thither,
With no aim either.
Just going with the flow
In a motion so slow.
With a snowy white glow,
On a distance so low...
Sometimes, just a small feather hopping in a windy weather can expel the blues in the mind.
