A time of winter, where the night had no filter.
The darkness was profound
And the wind was humming around.
A home where the wind the stoped
Staring at the boy sitting on the rooftop
wind sits and smiled,
Seeing the only passenger not holding the night.
Wind asked the reason
From the only passenger sitting on her free road.
This is where his head replied
“Thinking.Why is it getting hard to write”.
Then the win smiled
As she recognizes that this passenger needs a ride.
The wind sits his side blushing from her eyes
“Writing me again ?” (She asked )
“Thought too “ (He replied)
“But it is hard” the boy memorized
Then the most beautiful Women on Earth replied
“It always depends on what HARD means to you”.
Wind said and led off for her next ride.
Next, the boy brought his pen and writes
HOW HE ENJOYED THE RIDE.