On a clear day, when
the wind blows clean,
you can smell death in
the air.
But on a cloudy, star-filled
night, the sound of
love is deafening.
–1991
Whimsical Thought–1991
On a clear day, when
the wind blows clean,
you can smell death in
the air.
But on a cloudy, star-filled
night, the sound of
love is deafening.
–1991
chimerawrites 