#2060-Behind
I frequently look back,
Trying to catch instants,
Escaping through my hands.
For without a whisper,
Moments often fly by,
Unseen, unheard, unfelt.
I frequently look back,
Trying to catch instants,
Escaping through my hands.
For without a whisper,
Moments often fly by,
Unseen, unheard, unfelt.