Frozen ground, snow crunching beneath our feet.
Small children playing, their noses kissed with frost.
And you and I are still somewhere,
Some could call it lost. 
Frozen ground, snow crunching beneath our feet.
Small children playing, their noses kissed with frost.
And you and I are still somewhere,
Some could call it lost.
What wonderful and powerful words 🙂
Thank you so much, I really appreciate your taking the time to remark.
I really meant it. 🙂
Have a wonderful w/e and greetings from a sometimes foggy Italy 🙂
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