july 7, 2015
Clouds floating slowly
In the moonlit sky,
Trees glow like neon
And snow is like radium,
The chilly wind is piercing the bones,
The warmth of fire reminds of home,
Away from the city here I rode,
Away from the home to my hill abode.
Clouds floating slowly
In the moonlit sky,
Trees glow like neon
And snow is like radium,
The chilly wind is piercing the bones,
The warmth of fire reminds of home,
Away from the city here I rode,
Away from the home to my hill abode.
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