The eternal now 28th Feb 2020 / Rugby Lion oznorCO Wind whistling a spring love. Buildings going up to the sky, blowing away sands of time. Stealing all we love, and so far from the next step. Turn around, turn around winter seems so bleak. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
A Wandering Poet 