Bad Weather, Danger, Musings, Ninja Dreams, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Shirobanryu, Storm, Winter
Chilly breezes sweep across the road,
lonesome now, just keep on moving.
City streets all look the same,
No sense of home to make me stay.
Hands in pockets, chin on chest:
feeling a ‘lil old…
thinking back, another place, another time-
now just feeling so cold…
as Chilly breezes sweep across my soul.