The night rattled with uncertainty
Memories drifted along with the winds
Tossing my mind to and fro
With nowhere to go
But flutter aimlessly about
I close my eyes and try to calm
The winds in my thoughts
But rather than a blank canvas
I come up with jots
So I pick up my pen
And fill more pages again
St. Andrews, Scotland
Memories drifted along with the winds
Tossing my mind to and fro
With nowhere to go
But flutter aimlessly about
I close my eyes and try to calm
The winds in my thoughts
But rather than a blank canvas
I come up with jots
So I pick up my pen
And fill more pages again
St. Andrews, Scotland
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