Some Days Have No Soundtrack
On those quiet days when I walk in the gardens and the wind blows in my hair as fiercely as in the trees above … those days have no soundtrack, just the murmuring of my thoughts – and drifting daydreams.
On those quiet days when I walk in the gardens and the wind blows in my hair as fiercely as in the trees above … those days have no soundtrack, just the murmuring of my thoughts – and drifting daydreams.