the wind pulls me
blurs me
like an aspiration
I see
I watch
I stand there
until I disappear
into the whispers
gone with the wind
and I'm a ghost now
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
whatever is needed to be said
Поэзияcrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.
wind
the wind pulls me
blurs me
like an aspiration
I see
I watch
I stand there
until I disappear
into the whispers
gone with the wind
and I'm a ghost now
