.
On my tongue rolls the taste
Of fresh white snow
That in my haste
I gobble and swallow,
The cold flakes melting down,
Trapped in my throat,
And now the flow
Around me wets my coat.
.
.
On my tongue rolls the taste
Of fresh white snow
That in my haste
I gobble and swallow,
The cold flakes melting down,
Trapped in my throat,
And now the flow
Around me wets my coat.
.
