.: Tried to Warm My Hands Against the Setting Sun :.

This old wind has just about got me to my knees. I look for something warm but I walk in swirling trees. Tried to warm my hands against the setting sun but I couldn’t feel its heat. I’m trying for a straight line but I’ve got swerving feet. If I lay down I know I’ll never rise again. ‘Cause I am just as weary as I have ever been.

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Title and Description by: Me.

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