Nobody brings it like: Lola

     The Wind

A warm silent breeze,

pushing and blowing poppy seeds,

A stairway ,

a lead to a special case,

the whisper of the wind,

It’s no longer keeping our secret,

It swept us away,

giving us the key to humanity,

in the palm of our sweaty little hands,

The theory of humanity rests in our

very own souls,

 

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