Cold breath, frozen air
Waving fur, dull tasteless sky
Howling gale, grey gaze
The rush of droplets
They leap, they spring, they gather
Swift, but no purpose
The crackling sun
Bowing beneath, giving way
Relieved of its gaze
Cold breath, frozen air
Waving fur, dull tasteless sky
Howling gale, grey gaze
The rush of droplets
They leap, they spring, they gather
Swift, but no purpose
The crackling sun
Bowing beneath, giving way
Relieved of its gaze