Hihey9989

The painted off-circles are of much worth The reds, oranges, yellows fallen down From God's pallette, now coat the Earth Having fallen on green, having been renowned Wipe the sweat from my tired brow Unravel the canvas in my head No camera with me to cherish the now I'll paint it vividly to my memory instead Though the mist of breath still hangs in the air The crunch of snow seldom felt underneath My naked hands in such cold they can bare The doors still decked in their wreaths The luxuries and joys of boxes under pine And the bond of hearts between mutual lovers In December the family will intertwine While February chill left