I walk in the cold and the snow kisses my face while the breeze makes love to eyes tired of staring into the sun.
I walk in the cold and the silence of unpeopled streets whispers tunes of frozen myths about love and mystery and my ears blush.
I walk in the cold and it bites my red nose as it inhales perfume of chill and smiles.
I walk in the cold and the cool wind waltzes with my red hair on symphonies of crisp snow flakes falling on the ground.
I walk in the cold and my breaths escape as white waves crashing into the emptiness of piercing ice.
I walk in the cold and the cold walks in me.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
I walk in the cold and the snow kisses my face while the breeze makes love to eyes tired of staring into the sun.
I walk in the cold and the silence of unpeopled streets whispers tunes of frozen myths about love and mystery and my ears blush.
I walk in the cold and it bites my red nose as it inhales perfume of chill and smiles.
I walk in the cold and the cool wind waltzes with my red hair on symphonies of crisp snow flakes falling on the ground.
I walk in the cold and my breaths escape as white waves crashing into the emptiness of piercing ice.
I walk in the cold and the cold walks in me.
