I am like the wind - always around unassumingly but never noticed by your naked eye.
Until one day, when spring heats up, you long for me, the gust of wind, your wind of life.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
I am like the wind - always around unassumingly but never noticed by your naked eye.
Until one day, when spring heats up, you long for me, the gust of wind, your wind of life.