Snow on Lenox
Beneath a breathe of eider & velvet,
visions & dreams disturbed
He whispers...
look outside my love,
A pleasant present just for you
It’s snowing on Lenox
A serenade of snowflakes
all for you to adore
At this moment angelic, but
Is the world standstill ….or…..was I dreaming?
This I ponder for days…..
Then,
There is a reminder
Of flickering flames and guitar, a melody for memory
Rosy cheeks of endearment say…..
Come outside with me love
It’s snowing on Lenox…
2007-10-19
19:35:40
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