Cold in the wind
cold in the wind,
calling your name,
again and again,
like the rhymes in flames,
pain or the pleasure,
mourn or the songs,
whispering above my head,
or by the sides of my wings
oh my dear,
if you could hear
this breeze in the air,
you must fear
it will take you nowhere,
so far from here
where clouds meet the thunders,
where mountains meet the stars
calling your name,
again and again,
like the rhymes in flames,
pain or the pleasure,
mourn or the songs,
whispering above my head,
or by the sides of my wings
oh my dear,
if you could hear
this breeze in the air,
you must fear
it will take you nowhere,
so far from here
where clouds meet the thunders,
where mountains meet the stars
This makes me think of my friend Aswin,I miss him a great deal and on the other hand I want to......
ReplyDeleteWant to squeeze the life out of him...He is great
who is he ♥
DeleteHe Is My Turtle Friend I love taking his shell and we would just talk for ever and ignore everyone around us I wasn't a fan of the name "dumbo" But I miss Aswin ������ calling me that ����
ReplyDeleteit's not dumbo, it's dumb ♥
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ReplyDeleteMy mental health is a mess right now...It hurts, so I probably won't be online for a month or so but I'll always have time for your thoughts written in Poetry