The fog is like a guest bird,
It fluttering its wings in front of my
closed window.
I am forever a pet bonsai tree,
hesitantly embracing the quilt made of snow.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
The fog is like a guest bird,
It fluttering its wings in front of my
closed window.
I am forever a pet bonsai tree,
hesitantly embracing the quilt made of snow.