Wings are what hold you, They carry you way up high. When you feel you're just getting by. They are soft; they're kind and protective,…
If I could change the face of time, I would change the face that made it mine. I would go back hours and hours gone…
You hear it coming, Whispering through the trees. You feel it's arrival, Though none of it you see. It refreshes your body, From the heat…