Embrace of Solitude
In the heart of winter's chill,
Where the nights grow long and still,
The cold seeps through the silent throng,
A single soul, where does it belong?
The hearth is warm, the flames dance high,
Yet no echo to the solitary sigh.
Couples entwined, in...
Where the nights grow long and still,
The cold seeps through the silent throng,
A single soul, where does it belong?
The hearth is warm, the flames dance high,
Yet no echo to the solitary sigh.
Couples entwined, in...