GRUMPY BONES
My heart smiles at the icy-white dawn,
At the steam rising from the lake
While a rococo sunrise banishes the ghost of a full moon
Beyond the snow-capped Pyrenees.
My bones, however, are less poetically inclined.
My heart smiles at the icy-white dawn,
At the steam rising from the lake
While a rococo sunrise banishes the ghost of a full moon
Beyond the snow-capped Pyrenees.
My bones, however, are less poetically inclined.