The Wind
Dreary mood, contained in walls
the wind seeps in
my mind is swept away
carried as a part of the wind
the window closes
my mind returns
the wind is shut out
contained again
dreary mood, contained in walls
I like to write, I don't like to talk, but I don't wish I was mute because I lost my voice for a week once and it really sucked, I mean really.
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