My breath like smoke in the air,
squelching my feet in icy puddles,
they are broken pieces of sky reflected.
Stomp, the image is dashed:
Nothing remains but empty water.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 2:02 PM UTC
My breath like smoke in the air,
squelching my feet in icy puddles,
they are broken pieces of sky reflected.
Stomp, the image is dashed:
Nothing remains but empty water.