3.08.2011
How naïve of me to believe in chance,
how selfish to assume
time was mine.
When the winds of fate blew in my direction
I staged r e s i s t a n c e-
But Mother Wind swept me up in her
knowing arms,
carried me home on
w
e
i
g
h
t
l
e
s
s
gusts,
reminiscent of the urgent palpitations
of my eager
heart.
how selfish to assume
time was mine.
When the winds of fate blew in my direction
I staged r e s i s t a n c e-
But Mother Wind swept me up in her
knowing arms,
carried me home on
w
e
i
g
h
t
l
e
s
s
gusts,
reminiscent of the urgent palpitations
of my eager
heart.