This moment in time
winds blow,
leaves rattle the roof,
winters bite sinks into my joints,
reflecting on a winter pass, and
the frost bitten little feet of The Master.
How can I️ complain?
This moment in time
winds blow,
leaves rattle the roof,
winters bite sinks into my joints,
reflecting on a winter pass, and
the frost bitten little feet of The Master.
How can I️ complain?