Jul 2016
The raindrops re-arrange themselves
Into dreary patterns on my window.
Morphing into snowflakes,
They crystallize
In the gray dawn.
I'm going to miss
Having winters with you.
Into dreary patterns on my window.
Morphing into snowflakes,
They crystallize
In the gray dawn.
I'm going to miss
Having winters with you.
Number 30!!
