Winter Thoughts
The wind flows through my hair As thoughts flow through my head, Trees draped in perfect snow The ground a white canvas, The path under my skies slightly worn Snow falls and piles Erasing the wear of time The wear…
The wind flows through my hair As thoughts flow through my head, Trees draped in perfect snow The ground a white canvas, The path under my skies slightly worn Snow falls and piles Erasing the wear of time The wear…