A good time for a reblog
How does the wind keep track of the trillions of leaves it blows the infinite tiny barbs of feather it ruffles in flight the colorful kites strung taut in their journeys, guiding youthful hands the dandelion dander on behalf of a wish on its way to new-found love the many tears on cheeks to account for, to someday dry to whisk away the aromas it wafts, the melodies it lilts the voices it fades, this busy wind cc: CC '22
Alphabet City 