There is a northern wind that blows. It makes the car swerves sometimes.
Wind is also handy since it blow away all stress.
I have got wind about the special
breaking a wind is not always nice
When asked, once, what my favorite weather was, the first answer that came to mind (other than ‘sun’) was wind. Wind, in all its forms, is a wonderful and awesome thing; gentle breezes tousling hair and cloth, sudden gusts sending objects and laughter flying, howling rakes that tear asunder bark and steel and concrete. Wind brings life and motion, freshening stale spaces and ripping new surfaces bare. Wind is change, and wind is excitement, and wind is adrenaline. I love wind.
the wind blows gently and I with it blowing bubbles ehre on the page while my fingers race a creeen line that is advancing alog the bottom of this screen and the wind outslde this house is cold for the fourthy of may and I don’t knoow who hwhy this sis set up but it is tetting my fingers to move and that is has got a some drug freeing sensations up.
A.T. Lynne
the wind blew gently, scattering the seeds across the waiting fields. the dirt will swallow them, the clouds water them, and they will grow. they will grow like her demons, day by day, sunrise to sundown getting stronger. would they survive as long as she has?
the wind blows strong with a pugent smell something that is familar yet i cannot place where i have encountered. sixty seconds later it is gone leaving me helpless and sand
Blows cobwebs out of my head, leaving an empty space filled with new expectations and ideas.
There is a northern wind that blows. It makes the car swerves sometimes.
Wind is also handy since it blow away all stress.
I have got wind about the special
breaking a wind is not always nice
I am a fan of the song Bastard Wind. Because I hate the wind that much. I don’t think I always hated it. But once …
I stood alone in the middle of the promenade. People walked by, some jogged, some were not surprised that I appeared in the middle.
The air was a breeze, and the sun was gentle. I cannot help but feel like there was something else not with such a silk touch.
A call for nothing? A yell to shut me down? Or was it a signal to turn to the vast unknown of ocean?
Or maybe it was the wind.
When asked, once, what my favorite weather was, the first answer that came to mind (other than ‘sun’) was wind. Wind, in all its forms, is a wonderful and awesome thing; gentle breezes tousling hair and cloth, sudden gusts sending objects and laughter flying, howling rakes that tear asunder bark and steel and concrete. Wind brings life and motion, freshening stale spaces and ripping new surfaces bare. Wind is change, and wind is excitement, and wind is adrenaline. I love wind.
the wind blows gently and I with it blowing bubbles ehre on the page while my fingers race a creeen line that is advancing alog the bottom of this screen and the wind outslde this house is cold for the fourthy of may and I don’t knoow who hwhy this sis set up but it is tetting my fingers to move and that is has got a some drug freeing sensations up.
the wind blew gently, scattering the seeds across the waiting fields. the dirt will swallow them, the clouds water them, and they will grow. they will grow like her demons, day by day, sunrise to sundown getting stronger. would they survive as long as she has?
the wind blows and with a pugent smell propells me back to 1994 and melinda. she came into my life at the right time and all this due to the wind.
the wind blows strong with a pugent smell something that is familar yet i cannot place where i have encountered. sixty seconds later it is gone leaving me helpless and sand