Like the crisp snow crinkle under a panther claws
Like a childs heart gaze in spite of it all
The slow sky turning from summer to fall
Like the tall old trees that wreak and crawl
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Like the crisp snow crinkle under a panther claws
Like a childs heart gaze in spite of it all
The slow sky turning from summer to fall
Like the tall old trees that wreak and crawl