A beauty born from nature’s randomness,
Not gathered by anyone, nor for any purpose.
Meetings, passings, separations,
And then, once again, meetings.
When the wind blows,
You sense someone,
Something,
There, in that fleeting moment.
Not gathered by anyone, nor for any purpose.
Meetings, passings, separations,
And then, once again, meetings.
When the wind blows,
You sense someone,
Something,
There, in that fleeting moment.