In the summer of 1940
A Spanish refugee
Carved the following
On our bathroom door
In the midst of our summers
We are in winter
And on the coldest of winter days
We think of those summers
I often contemplate this when I bathe
In the summer of 1940
A Spanish refugee
Carved the following
On our bathroom door
In the midst of our summers
We are in winter
And on the coldest of winter days
We think of those summers
I often contemplate this when I bathe