Spidanelli
I am a wispy wisp wistfully wandering by means of the wind. I am willing to wait as much so as i am willing to go. Birds of a feather flock together, so they say..i dance upon their wings anyway, I am golden like the years, a warm sun ray...
I am a wispy wisp...with herring bones and a pale speckled face. i am wandering wistfully upon the wind...i am happy to wait as much so as i am happy to go.