Today,
The only thing that I want to hear
Is the Wind.
Billowing linen inside my ears,
Illusive and strong.
Strange,
The lowly songs it brings as if
To croon in,
Like an old conch might do,
The fateful call of
My undertaking.
🎨/📷 by Dia Gila, Pneuma (πνεῦμα), 2015