
Under the dark sky,
With snow covered lanes all around,
On a cold night,
Warmth is a far flight.
Holding the pen sitting by the window side,
With a white paper waiting to be covered with depths of life,
She is embracing the sight,
To write.
Under the dark sky,
With snow covered lanes all around,
On a cold night,
Warmth is a far flight.
Holding the pen sitting by the window side,
With a white paper waiting to be covered with depths of life,
She is embracing the sight,
To write.
Straight from the heart
In the material and spiritual realm
Pause and peruse!
Wow 👏
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