He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories