Oh the soul that wanders in the cold!
Forever trapped in winter snow
The bitter light is growing old.
Walking, walking, in eternal snow.
My soul
My soul!
Walking in winter.
There is no light
In the bitterest cold
An endless, starless night
An eternal black hole
Trapping my haunted Winter Soul.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Still, nothing new
Aside from a change in quarter, nothing new.
I was so grouchy on Saturday I spaced practicing my violin, hope that doesn't come back to haunt me. :) but to those who bother to care, yes I'm okay now. Thanks for asking.
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