The winter scene,
so white and sound;
as if Death himself
walked on the ground.
But noticed I
the quivering tree
and the dark thrush take flight.
I saw life
in still white death,
and found that it was right.
by: cass chan - november 11, 2011
so white and sound;
as if Death himself
walked on the ground.
But noticed I
the quivering tree
and the dark thrush take flight.
I saw life
in still white death,
and found that it was right.
by: cass chan - november 11, 2011