Jun 2015
Low clouds scud;
rain pounds down;
trees tear the mist:
chilly, drear and lonely.
The only warmth
in my heart,
from your heart,
jumps across the miles
and brings me smiles.
rain pounds down;
trees tear the mist:
chilly, drear and lonely.
The only warmth
in my heart,
from your heart,
jumps across the miles
and brings me smiles.
RLA
