Snowman 1/19 2000
We play through tiny shadows Dream visions of a blue garden Our forest of Time Beneath Winter's sky. You look to me and ask if it Must always be this cold. I nod sadly, gravely And fade into the snow.
We play through tiny shadows Dream visions of a blue garden Our forest of Time Beneath Winter's sky.
You look to me and ask if it Must always be this cold. I nod sadly, gravely And fade into the snow.
