A Cold Winters Eve
Staring out of a store window,
On a cold winter’s eve.
Wrapped in a world of illusion,
Your eyes begin to stray.
Stray on what is, or maybe what was,
Or even what
ever may be.
No answers are clear,
But the many questions are.
So there you will sit,
And there you will stay.
All alone on this winter’s eve.
Staring out of a store window
Hoping and wishing
That someone may pass your way.
The sky is now darker,
And you’re still sitting alone,
So you get up and you stretch your legs
You turn and walk slowly away,
On this cold winter’s eve.
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