March was a breeze,
with walks covered in mizzle.
For a heart beat I stood –
hearing the echo in my chest –
listening to the birds.
They sing whatever the weather.
They are such fine friends.
Living as I AM
March was a breeze,
with walks covered in mizzle.
For a heart beat I stood –
hearing the echo in my chest –
listening to the birds.
They sing whatever the weather.
They are such fine friends.