The Wind, by Irena Ellis Subscribe to rss feed for Irena Ellis

The wind is ever blowing
    Its breezes are alive
It roars with high amusement
  At the world under the sky
It loves to prod and tease me
   With its cool and gentle touch
And many a tales it tells me
   Of the world under the sky.
Posted: 2011-11-08 16:51:06 UTC

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2011-11-08 16:53:17Irena Ellis
I hope you guys like this! Please leave comments! I would love to hear what you think about it! :]

2011-11-28 05:25:46Natural_beauty_Ashe
i liked it a lot :)