warm winds
come and tickle at
my frozen skin
a taste of what
might be
a vision
of salvation
if they could
only
see
would they not
storm and howl
and lift me
out
help me fly
though all this
doubt
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
warm winds
come and tickle at
my frozen skin
a taste of what
might be
a vision
of salvation
if they could
only
see
would they not
storm and howl
and lift me
out
help me fly
though all this
doubt