And the wind blows...

When the trees mourn..
And the soul becomes cold and numb..
I remember once..
Once you used to hold my thumb..
When the sun is no more raging..
It's just pure and hum..
The wind blows...
It makes some cold and some others hollow...
Nostalgia reaches the certain flow..
I remember once..
You used to sink in my arms..
And I would kissed your skin ...
And the wind blows..
For some its cold and others hollow..
For me the nostalgia forever grows...
The windblwind blows..
Moupran