“Winter has come,
Walking on the silent sand,
Stalking on the the lonely bay,
Slipping through the frozen timber.”
THE SAND IS COLD... WHERE THE UMBRELLA WAS...THEY'RE GONE.
OCASSIONAL FLURRIES
“Winter has come,
Walking on the silent sand,
Stalking on the the lonely bay,
Slipping through the frozen timber.”
THE SAND IS COLD... WHERE THE UMBRELLA WAS...THEY'RE GONE.
