I follow
The notes of a lovely song
Your naughty puppy run along
The notes of a lovely song
Your naughty puppy run along
I follow
The long trail of dutiful ants
The lines in my mother’s hands
I follow
The free flying lonely kite
The shadows on a scary night
I follow
The wind in my black hair
His cold breath in foggy air
I follow
The whiff of chocolate crepes
My father’s gentle footsteps.
P.S. This is a part of my write up, that’s originally written for my daily journal : www.mindunlocks.com.
