The window is open
My feet are chilled
In winter’s tail
One day it snows
The next day it rains
The window is open throughout the days
Every grey cloud hurries by
As if there’s something to see in the sky
That the open window can’t
My feet are chilled
In winter’s tail
One day it snows
The next day it rains
The window is open throughout the days
Every grey cloud hurries by
As if there’s something to see in the sky
That the open window can’t
Just a simple flash poem, I felt like writing and since who knows where inspiration comes from well, I don't know where it came from to make this, haha.
