Feb 2020
Two hearts,
burning bright.
Hands held tight,
Knuckles turning white.
The snow falls light,
Radiating a pure white
But these two souls
Shine far more bright.
burning bright.
Hands held tight,
Knuckles turning white.
The snow falls light,
Radiating a pure white
But these two souls
Shine far more bright.
They’ve liked their wings
And have taken a flight.
Wasn’t sure where to put these two lines so I put them here.
And have taken a flight.
Wasn’t sure where to put these two lines so I put them here.
