nothing to it
drifting to the music
in the morning
a cool breeze whispers to me,
ever so slightly across my bare legs,
that it’s a new day
what to write
what to write
there must be something to write about?
drifting to the music
in the morning
a cool breeze whispers to me,
ever so slightly across my bare legs,
that it’s a new day
what to write
what to write
there must be something to write about?