Let it Go
By silver
Windmill heart, spinning round. Autumn leaves abound but never touch the ground, catch just one, But they evaded, There in the flow, I watched them all fly by. Protecting's not the answer... let them go. Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 11:23 AM PST 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Windmill heart, ..."