The Winds of Time
I am like a sheet of discarded paper in an alley, whirling and twirling, forever being blown by the winds of time. I never seem to stay in any one place for very long, but someday I will find a corner that these winds will hold me into. This will be the place where I belong. It will feel right and I will know that it's where the wind was trying to put me all along. Written September 20th, 1996 © on Oct 10 2001 03:00 AM PST 0 • 12
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