The Campfire

  The rain falls gently on the rooftop The wind blows softly as the temperature drops The earth is chilly in this moment The campfire burns in wary atonement The Icognito Writer


Flowers by The Road

Flowers by the road Oh how beautiful they grow Wondering and dancing in the cold Flowers by the road Oh how lovely it is to know That they would be there when I'm grey and old The Icognito Writer