Behind the curtains the wind blows
Maya
Norway
The wind is pinching me, telling me to move on
I see the leaves, asking while going to the grave
Where are you heading?
The road looks at me with his big eyes
You can do anything you want
He’s trying to stop me
I feel the smell of them in the movements of the waves
My feet are burning through
Stepping on the sun
My hands are freezing after putting up
With the North Pole
My thoughts cut me in your heart
Where are you heading?
The birds rather ask
Where is your head?
My soul used to think as you thought,
I feel sentimental with your word’s,
Yes i am experience the same thing as you say.
Can i greet you as my own wish
without arrange words ryhm and rythem too.
Thank you
Maya.