Soft the wind blows through my wings–
And cools the hunter in my heart.
Desire grips me as the talon rips me free,
Longing to fly with you.
–1993
Brian–1993
Soft the wind blows through my wings–
And cools the hunter in my heart.
Desire grips me as the talon rips me free,
Longing to fly with you.
–1993
chimerawrites 