I caught the breeze softly sneaking
Through the gaps in the glass
It brought a subtle sense of sanctity.
As I stared,
The breeze matured into wind
And the wind grew,
Whistling through my window
Tugging at my soul.
An invitation to follow.
I caught the breeze softly sneaking
Through the gaps in the glass
It brought a subtle sense of sanctity.
As I stared,
The breeze matured into wind
And the wind grew,
Whistling through my window
Tugging at my soul.
An invitation to follow.