The wind whispers when she is near. The wind speaks truths of her fabled past. I know she is not here for me but I silently wait for her arrival. A scratching sound is filling my room. The sound of the house settling fills the air. The aroma of sweet lavender is filling every corridor. The clock ticks and turns to 12 o' clock. The lights turn on.
Attributes | Values |
---|---|
rdfs:label |
|
rdfs:comment |
|
dcterms:subject | |
abstract |
|