Quickly moving towards the storm Moving forward, torn into pieces Over reasons of what these storms are for I don’t understand why everything I adore Takes a different form when I squint my eyes…
The breeze whistles by… Whispers high… What a lovely sound!
I spy with my little eye The sun shining brightly The clouds rolling by The last days of winter Now seem so far away And everything looks green
Can you raise both your hands and clap ’em Can you say, “sure, I’ll always try” Can you make friends among people and animals
Strolling In The Park, And Watching Winter Turn To Spring Strolling In The Park, And Watching Winter Turn To SpringStrolling In The Park, And Watching Winter Turn To Spring Drake/Come Winter coat,sweater- VINTAGE / jeans,shoes- H&M / t-shirt- RIVER ISLAND/ bag- MOHITO/ sunglasses- BORN86