A snowy walk with Lucky and Elizabeth.
Winter wonderland: a Sunday walk with Lucky.

English Madrigal

A child of winter wanders in the cold,
Unsung by poets lost in golden dreams.
His woolen coat’s unraveling at the seams.

The darkness swells into the starry fold
As bitter breezes blow past wooden beams.
A child of winter wanders in the cold,
Unsung by poets lost in golden dreams.

Oh, friend of mine, by now you’ve gotten old,
But something in your tired eye still gleams.
And while you walk beside the frozen streams,
A child of winter wanders in the cold,
Unsung by poets lost in golden dreams.
His woolen coat’s unraveling at the seams.

Winter walk with Lucky.
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