"A whisper into winter air
to make my December song
And hands that shake
And flushed pale skin
As sleepless cities moan
Warm breath caught in winter air
to make a December song
And dreamers dream of snow,
And you, you dream of home
As tired cities groan.."
1 comment:
i've really been digging your recent work over apad shaena. keep it up.
cheers,
max
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