By: Eric Weinberg
Biting winds howl.
Barren trees rock, yet no leaves fall.
All coated in white.
The stinging cold.,
The sound of silence.
A web of candles
Light the sky,
Looking over the endless
blanket of loneliness.
By: Eric Weinberg
Biting winds howl.
Barren trees rock, yet no leaves fall.
All coated in white.
The stinging cold.,
The sound of silence.
A web of candles
Light the sky,
Looking over the endless
blanket of loneliness.