The Wind
I want the world to stop I want the sun to stop I want the rain to stop I want the Wind to stop touching me. I want to forget I want to hate I want to regret I want this passion to END. by Aleksandra Lachut
Westron Wind, When Wilt Thou Blow?
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow That small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!
