The Cruel Wind
By Z F
The wind whispers sweetly in the cold
Her frosty breath is ancient and old
I'm dripping wet after a swim at the pool
Shivering in the cold and the wind is cruel
I can't walk, I'm frozen in motion.
The wind whispers sweetly in the cold
Her frosty breath is ancient and old
I'm dripping wet after a swim at the pool
Shivering in the cold and the wind is cruel
I can't walk, I'm frozen in motion.