Jul 2014
Frozen little masterpiece
Drifting toward the ground
Fluttering movements cease
Melting without a sound
More of you falling on me
An army of ice
Now the color I cannot see
Isn't that nice
Drifting toward the ground
Fluttering movements cease
Melting without a sound
More of you falling on me
An army of ice
Now the color I cannot see
Isn't that nice
From like November of 2008
