The sand beneath my feet whirls away,sweeping me off in a sway.On the floor, I lay,as my grief is in bits, gradually fraying. I stifle a chill as the breezes
The sand beneath my feet whirls away,sweeping me off in a sway.On the floor, I lay,as my grief is in bits, gradually fraying. I stifle a chill as the breezes