#1692-Cold "D"
Icy days,
When fingers tingle,
Thoughts shiver,
And warmth escapes,
To a foreign land,
Where the sun always
Seems to hide.
Rare, beautiful days,
That disappear too soon,
Bowing to that ever dark,
Pale, cold moon.
Icy days,
When fingers tingle,
Thoughts shiver,
And warmth escapes,
To a foreign land,
Where the sun always
Seems to hide.
Rare, beautiful days,
That disappear too soon,
Bowing to that ever dark,
Pale, cold moon.