In gentle hands,
rising over waves of wind
to lands anew
we fly. And from so high
we are as small
as frost on the windowsill.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
In gentle hands,
rising over waves of wind
to lands anew
we fly. And from so high
we are as small
as frost on the windowsill.