Saturday, 17 December 2011


walking these cold lonely streets I look into your window
every one there seems like they're having fun
so I walk on in silence
alone and search for the remedy

snow starts to fall as I walk on alone contemplating
every thought seems to run round and round
and I cannot make  sense of them
as I think in rhyme and look for the remedy

under the street lights the fresh fallen snow has turned orange
my mood has taken a mellowing hue
and my thoughts turn in colour
as I walk home I now have the remedy

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