A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“ When sad she brings the thunder And her tears, they bring the rain When ill she feeds a poison To us… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
