Nov 2020
The hollowest sound is that
Of the lonely wind.
It rushes through
With the slightest of sound.
Though it is heard,
It lay oft-ignored.
Even you, yourself, have said
"It is just the Wind."
Of the lonely wind.
It rushes through
With the slightest of sound.
Though it is heard,
It lay oft-ignored.
Even you, yourself, have said
"It is just the Wind."
Written by
Being Esther
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