It’s such a shame.
I heard the wind say this morning. Be still my heart. I age by years at the mention of your name. What a pity this season. You remember me, my lover. I don’t recognize myself. I’m not the man you love. Behold the hurricane.
I heard the wind say this morning. Be still my heart. I age by years at the mention of your name. What a pity this season. You remember me, my lover. I don’t recognize myself. I’m not the man you love. Behold the hurricane.
