#2755-Coldness
Grey rainy days,
Come and go.
Sometimes they feel sad,
As if memories rewind,
From a time in my past.
Still I know,
That frozen trees,
Will in the spring bloom.
But that is then.
For now,
Like them,
I too must feel the cold.
Grey rainy days,
Come and go.
Sometimes they feel sad,
As if memories rewind,
From a time in my past.
Still I know,
That frozen trees,
Will in the spring bloom.
But that is then.
For now,
Like them,
I too must feel the cold.