Nov 2012
The snow starts to fall,
But does not yet stick.
The air smells of frigid,
And my coat becomes thick.
The delicate snowflakes,
Always a charm.
It's getting cold.
And I need your warm arms.
But does not yet stick.
The air smells of frigid,
And my coat becomes thick.
The delicate snowflakes,
Always a charm.
It's getting cold.
And I need your warm arms.
