Drynight
Not live to write, but write to live.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
knowing that the wide open space has winds
In that air
I know that the open space has winds
But when there is nothing blown nor moved
how can we know that there are winds
- So, I add my heart into the air
to be blown, to be moved
to know that there are winds in that air
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