I am like the wind; cold and fierce. I am like the sunshine; warm upon your skin. I am like the bird who sings in the night. When no one else can hear, and with a voice full of fright.
Reason for writing:
the passing of a loved one made me start thinking about the whole death thing.... and I came to the conclusion that we are a part of everything... there is a little of me in everything
Birth sign: Not entered
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