"Winter"
Still Calm Cold Winter Night
Stars Overhead Like Angels In Heaven
Gently Beating Warm Heart
Tucked Inside a Flannel Jacket
A Broken But A Comforted Heart
Long Days Spent Alone in Silent Rooms
Music Breaking the Silence like jagged dice
attitude overwhelms the conscience compells
the furniture cheap and temporary
On all the walls a blanket of paintings
Days spent quietly alone are pleasant
Thoughts trickling forth from an inner spring
Pouring forth rushing dreams like sad children
that cry at not having christmas presents
christmas is painful for the poor people
rich people are not in want but for the heart
often the poorest are the most generous of all!