Culling grey skies of winter sets a chilling warmth;
Soft as a silk handkerchief against the skin,
I feel the vibrations of the cunning solstice,
Nothing too vain I suppose…
Culling grey skies of winter sets a chilling warmth;
Soft as a silk handkerchief against the skin,
I feel the vibrations of the cunning solstice,
Nothing too vain I suppose…