I feel a strong storm coming. Whispers blowing in the wind. There's horses running towards everything war horses that keep sounds between their teeth they shout out to creation and the string is hurting in cities that the storm is yet to reach
I feel a strong storm coming. Whispers blowing in the wind. There's horses running towards everything war horses that keep sounds between their teeth they shout out to creation and the string is hurting in cities that the storm is yet to reach