Sometimes what we feel
Drifts just outside
Any words we would use
For description
And the sadness
Piles up in tufts
Shivering in the cold
And gray death
Seems
Preferable
Sometimes what we feel
Drifts just outside
Any words we would use
For description
And the sadness
Piles up in tufts
Shivering in the cold
And gray death
Seems
Preferable
https://thewolfhowlsatnight.wordpress.com/2015/01/16/666/