26 December 2017


All day the wind howled from the mountains 
Way up the narrow streets, across the small town 
Releasing deep voices from the earth 
The birds wild, the trees wild, the sky wild
The cold rain scattered on the surface of the land 
The music inside trying to preserve the precious memories 
Desperately trying to grab hold of the moment 
Keep it safe for eternity


SilverTree said...

Que preciosidade!... Gostei tanto*

paula said...

Hoje o dia andava bravo :)
Obrigada ♡

MJT said...

Your words are so evocative and paint such beautiful mental imagery. So glad to hear that you have had some rain. xo

paula said...

Thanks Melanie! ♡