Paris is grey
the wind blows
salvation is at hand
I opt for wine country
where I do not drink at all
Mornings
long walks
long views
and home
Then on to Normandy
It’s cold!
heating oil has run out
the animals don’t mind
however life is finite
Paris is grey
the wind blows
salvation is at hand
I opt for wine country
where I do not drink at all
Mornings
long walks
long views
and home
Then on to Normandy
It’s cold!
heating oil has run out
the animals don’t mind
however life is finite