#1246-Melt
Bask with me,
In winter’s cool sun.
Rare days,
That turn life’s burdens,
Into gentle nothingness.
When melting snow,
Kisses strangers walking by,
Looking up, smiling.
Yes,
Those rare, winter days.
Bask with me,
In winter’s cool sun.
Rare days,
That turn life’s burdens,
Into gentle nothingness.
When melting snow,
Kisses strangers walking by,
Looking up, smiling.
Yes,
Those rare, winter days.