Can't You Hear My Sobbing Heart

A solitary cottage on snow and a horse cart waiting to carry you to your heart's desire

       

  Can't You Hear My Sobbing Heart



 

  Oh! how I long to fit

into this heavenly atmosphere,

To walk on untrodden snow

which is something rare

in where I live.       

Reminding me the tales

I heard in my grand ma's lap.

The house coated with white,

soothes my tired eye sight.

The horse waits ready

to pull you to etenity.





Oh! how I long to fit

into this heavenly atmosphere,

where I can stroll in the floor

of crispy, crunchy snow,

to be exposed to all elements

or walk in the dark woods

behind the house;

or sit under the tree

reading a book

of Daphne Du Maurier's

covering my head

with a  scarf.



Oh! how I long to fit

into this heavenly atmosphere,         

let my toes feel

the tingling cold of the brook

and see  they turn blue;

or to rub my palms together

and make myself warm,

to open the windows and let

the chilly wind seeeps in.

Oh! Can't you hear my sobbing heart.

Can't you hear my sobbing heart!

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