Plume Giant November
November, yes.
I remember, I remember
Juniper splinters in her hair.
November, no.
I can't believe, I can't believe
how your breath hung in the air.
How sad, to lose something in the snow.
November, yes.
I remember, I remember
Juniper splinters in her hair.
But November, no.
How sad, to lose something in the snow.
