Clinging to her coat she
Hungerly watches shoppers...
A season
where pinetrees are fully dressed...
Covid - 19 has
Hindered everybodies...
One day I know not when,
the blind man will see again...
Cinnamon spice, apple pie
this candle throws a magical scent...
While Shepard's strolled upon the hills,
As many nights before...
With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...
On a crisp sunny morn',
I lay my new born...
Reminiscing...
Starlit skies, snow gently falling...
It has been one love's arduous journey
to say goodbye to black magic spells...
I have been lying to myself
worry, about everything else...
Clouds release crisp snow
across the sleepy village...