When the wind blows…
When the grey sky fills with fading color…
When grateful for rain and not something other….
When impossible to determine which is up and what is down….
When knowing…
The only way to the other side is right thru the muddle.
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When the wind blows…
When the grey sky fills with fading color…
When grateful for rain and not something other….
When impossible to determine which is up and what is down….
When knowing…
The only way to the other side is right thru the muddle.