• tiny_hunter 5w

    Walking down the alley
    On a chilly December morning,
    Few minutes after the sun shows up
    Is absolutely blissful, heating up by the warmth of the morning sun.
    The lights of the streets, still flickering a faint shimmer, and my heart beating a pace or two faster
    The fog covers me round, unable to see around
    Oh! How I wish you would be by my side
    Holding my hands a bit much tight,
    The bushes have turned white
    With an overnight snowfall ride, frozen were my fingers as it missed the touch
    The touch of warmth, was just not around
    I had to search a million times, but unable was I,
    But happy tho,
    To walk down the alley on this December morning, all alone...