you turned
and smiled
so pure
like first snow
on a trail of autumn
crystallized breaths
woolen mittens
so devastating
like white lightning
streaking across the darkness
lone trees on empty fields
splintered branches
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
you turned
and smiled
so pure
like first snow
on a trail of autumn
crystallized breaths
woolen mittens
so devastating
like white lightning
streaking across the darkness
lone trees on empty fields
splintered branches
