#2268-Moments
Ferris wheels too,
Have changed with time.
Windowless cabins,
Are a relic of the past.
It feels strange,
Looking at the world,
Through windowpanes,
And not feel,
Autumn’s fresh breeze,
On my now wrinkled face.
Ferris wheels too,
Have changed with time.
Windowless cabins,
Are a relic of the past.
It feels strange,
Looking at the world,
Through windowpanes,
And not feel,
Autumn’s fresh breeze,
On my now wrinkled face.