Give in to moments like these
Thoughts best left alone
Float away
Like the breeze coming in through my window
A Moment
Just a single Moment
Can change so much
Staring at the ceiling with the radio playing
You realize whats changed
What hasn't
What you want and what you don't
The wind whispers his secrets
And I hold on tight to the thought
Alone in my room
With a notebook and a pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem