Ah, Winter winds, what do you do?
Breathe into me life anew
Heart racing, energy soaring
Draw out every bit that I've been storing
A night time rush, yes a dark night time race
While the city is hushed, I feel the wind in my face
I am free, I can breathe, I can run, oh I can run
I am me, freely me, until the rising of the sun
The moon is my companion, nature my open dwelling
The dirt beneath my feet to write the story that I'm telling
So winter winds, I welcome you and the refreshing nostalgia that you've brought
And I promise this feeling given will certainly not be for naught...
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Desert Son: Tales of Le_Muslim_MAN
Non-FictionIt was a cold, winter night out in the great desert. The winds were howling, the crescent moon rested high in the sky. Out in the dark and desolate desert, a new life had been born into the world. Resting near the light of a fire, a woman sat, holdi...
