TheVenomousVillain

While passing homes with weary bones, Body left aching from the prolonged discomfort. The engine hums and drones on, And yet I wake beautifully to this comfort. I gaze out the window and see a sight. The foggy morning bidding farewell to the night. Snow has tucked her into bed, the fog is a yawn. And through the mist and through the gray, I can see the peering gold of hot flame, Clouds tease, only allowing a peek of the day. But as the light sneaks through its prison bars, I can only hear music, no rumbling of cars. The skies may be gray and air may be cold, But never have I felt such motley of muses. The breath of the world bl