My front door is always opened
My windows are as the same too
To the breeze
To the breeze
To the breeze
My floor is with daylight shades
My floor is brownish in lay
To the breeze
To the breeze
To the breeze
My sofa is with delight
My sofa is reddish and old Victorian fade
To the breeze
To the breeze
To the breeze
There is a story not being told here
There is a story that sits in the walls
To the breeze
To the breeze
To the breeze
These walls have ears and they hear
These walls have voices and they whisper
To the breeze
To the breeze
To the breeze
To the breeze!
ReplyDeleteYou have made the scene pulse.
ReplyDeleteI don't see myself as a great artist. But I certainly have broken all the rules. Google First Scandal. Click on THE FIRST SCANDAL at the top of the page.
ReplyDeletenicely done KD...thanks again for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteTo the breeze indeed....this is beautiful Kodjo!
ReplyDeleteThis sang to me...beautiful...
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