Ring around the Rosie
(Even the air you breath is deadly)
Pockets full of posies
(Nothing will help)
Ashes, Ashes
(They look like snow, but snow melts)
We all fall down
(You won't get back up)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Where the West Wind Blows
PoesíaShort Poetry- Where the West Wind Blows is a collection of stories from where ever the West WInd comes from. From across meadows and forests, oceans and mountains, rivers and valleys, the West Wind carries a unique language of its own. This is my tr...
