I could hear the silent tapping from the snow against the window
The only light to be seen within miles being the round moon
It was a cold, grim, and dark night
The sadness in the air was overwhelming
The black page sitting on the dark wooden table
No thoughts no feelings to arise
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
I could hear the silent tapping from the snow against the window
The only light to be seen within miles being the round moon
It was a cold, grim, and dark night
The sadness in the air was overwhelming
The black page sitting on the dark wooden table
No thoughts no feelings to arise