Monday, April 05, 2004
My condolences as well Gloria....
Winter Sun
The late winter sun is lost
And a long shadow disappears
Into the dead grass.
When the birds are singing
And the new blossoms
Are vibrant as rainbows...
Remember the one who lived
Yet, not long enough
To dry all our tears.
Winter Sun
The late winter sun is lost
And a long shadow disappears
Into the dead grass.
When the birds are singing
And the new blossoms
Are vibrant as rainbows...
Remember the one who lived
Yet, not long enough
To dry all our tears.
