A Winters Morning
hands cupped around the warmth of the coffee
snow is gently falling outside the window pane
we talked , we shared , we talked
some more..
two hurt souls dwelling on past, present
and future
A new beginning with each tiny snowflake.
A new beginning with each tiny snowflake.
the smell of starbucks coffee and coffee cake
we admired the tiny snow flakes
watching them build a beautiful moment,
as the snow flakes cling to one another
while two hurt souls talked and talked
some more...
I think Christina Aquilera says it all in this song about how I am feeling right now.
I am a blank page....
Blank Page