Post by Wallflower on Mar 4, 2005 15:55:05 GMT -5
Gloomy day, autumn leaves;
The winds reflection, through the trees.
The trees so sad, they slouch so low;
They dont have to tell me so.
The air so fresh, yet depressingly great;
I like it when my mind is like this, in this state.
The wind blows through my hair;
No matter where i go the wind will always take me there.
The winds reflection, through the trees.
The trees so sad, they slouch so low;
They dont have to tell me so.
The air so fresh, yet depressingly great;
I like it when my mind is like this, in this state.
The wind blows through my hair;
No matter where i go the wind will always take me there.
