Snowflakes whisper in my ears.
Snowflakes tickle my nose.
Innocent, crystallized, playful tears
that make my face childishly glow.
Plump little men that are made out of snow,
and buttons and over-sized clothes.
I'll stay outside to play with him, though,
I've lost all the feeling in my toes.
And angels descend down from the sky
and leave their marks on the ground.
They kiss the snow, oh so shy.
A sight exceedingly profound.
A cup of cocoa and off to bed!
The snow still falling so peacefully.
I close my eyes, my nose still red,
and find myself in snow-covered dreams.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:49 PM UTC
Snowflakes whisper in my ears.
Snowflakes tickle my nose.
Innocent, crystallized, playful tears
that make my face childishly glow.
Plump little men that are made out of snow,
and buttons and over-sized clothes.
I'll stay outside to play with him, though,
I've lost all the feeling in my toes.
And angels descend down from the sky
and leave their marks on the ground.
They kiss the snow, oh so shy.
A sight exceedingly profound.
A cup of cocoa and off to bed!
The snow still falling so peacefully.
I close my eyes, my nose still red,
and find myself in snow-covered dreams.