FRAIL, BLUE SNOW, BEWAIL THE THROWS... WALK WITH ME IN WINTER, IF NOT ANYWHERE ELSE, BUT THEN...TIS EASY IN SUNLIGHT, SWEET SUMMER RAY, TIS EASY TO LOVE WHEN THINGS GO YOUR WAY... BUT WHEN TIME CALLS DARK AND THE PALE HOUR SINGS CHILL, WILL YOU FIND WINTERS' KIND HAUNTING, UNDAUNTING THRILL... WALK WITH ME IN WINTER, CHILD UNTAME, TALK WITH ME IN WINTER AS IF SPRINGTIME WERE MY ANOINTED, APPOINTED NAME... THE SEASONS NO DIFFERENT BUT ALL THE SAME...WALK WITH ME IN WINTER. HAIL THE BLOWS, SCALE THE LOWS, TALK WITH ME IN WINTER... TILL SUNSHINE IS ALL WE KNOW. TO YOU, WHOM I LOVE SO DEAR, EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T LOVE ME. SINCERELY CB
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Betta Artusi 15 Apr 2012
love this!Anonymous Guest 05 Oct 2008
This captivates me, it holds me, it chills me, and it thrills me. I'll walk with you anytime.Cathy Holford 13 May 2008
Very beautiful indeed!Gavin North 17 Apr 2008
WOW CHRISTINE THIS IS PURLY STUNNING, I REALY LOVE YOU WORK IT IS SO DIVERSE AND POWERFUL, TRULY EXCELLENT WORK ON THIS PIECEGregory Edwards 19 Nov 2007
The kindest amount of cool I find in this ghosted rose keeping the wolf warmed in a great complimentary poem!!!