Out My Window – December 21, 2023

I can’t stop looking~

It’s calling me with it’s shivers

And tempting with it’s new form

Hanging on and up

Until the dead of the last breeze

I speak, like the wind is cold

But it has changed

And so have I

Lost or losing is nothing new

A solid backdrop never ceases to pull me in

And there I stay

Until the breeze blows me in a different way