What I love is like a wind-borne seed heading to a place of its own. I can’t go there and I don’t care. I’ll be borne another way. Wherever I go your touch is on the wind.
What I love is like a wind-borne seed heading to a place of its own. I can’t go there and I don’t care. I’ll be borne another way. Wherever I go your touch is on the wind.