Traveling Love

Love travels on the wings of the wind, while multiplying itself by ten. Even though it never follows a trend, it always seems to win. Love does not travel in a certain way. It just flies around, visiting new places every day. Stopping by without a sound. It never stays long, just enough to leave an impression. Giving people new songs, for them to sing in a recession. Visiting all of the homes, it has no place to call its own.