The morning snow
Melting in the sunlight, almost faster than we can take selfies
And I think, isn’t that how it goes?
We curse the winter and cold, trapping us indoors
Only to hope its fruits will stay a little longer
For our convenience.
The morning snow
Melting in the sunlight, almost faster than we can take selfies
And I think, isn’t that how it goes?
We curse the winter and cold, trapping us indoors
Only to hope its fruits will stay a little longer
For our convenience.
