The walk into winter
We walk in the winters grip and down a city of hope across a river of cold and through the winds of life. The streets become narrow and the light becomes dim long through a cold wicked night. The frost forms across a moonlight night and pushes down upon a cold winters day with the street empty while people sit beside the fire of hope . The people watch out of the safe room and look at the frozen window and see the the winter coming towards us with damage and dread. The trees start to bustle and the sky becomes grey whilst the wind whistles in the winter flow. A wind starts to push hard and gates begin to move and rock whilst a sky of white starts to move across the earth of fear.
The world waits and watches for the snow to begin and wait within their safe loving place and locking down their fear with a lock of secure. The wait begins for summer loving and parties of love. written by wayne mockler ownership wayne mockler