Nov 2014
I came upon a wood
Where no birds pierced the air
With their song
I feel the wind
On my skin
But not its howl
I sat near a rushing water
Whose torrents flew undamned
White foaming by
In silence
Where no birds pierced the air
With their song
I feel the wind
On my skin
But not its howl
I sat near a rushing water
Whose torrents flew undamned
White foaming by
In silence
