Winters bloom
the dark ground snowdrops soon consume
It's like a different time zone
how I can lost in the frost on a pine cone
a beauty not bought and not often thought
the glistening on the braken
I'm hoping the fateful thaw will never happen
even if the frost takes the life of every sapling
this white is my paradise my heart and soul were born in ice
Nothing consumes my heart more than getting lost in the frost on a pine cone
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
Winters bloom
the dark ground snowdrops soon consume
It's like a different time zone
how I can lost in the frost on a pine cone
a beauty not bought and not often thought
the glistening on the braken
I'm hoping the fateful thaw will never happen
even if the frost takes the life of every sapling
this white is my paradise my heart and soul were born in ice
Nothing consumes my heart more than getting lost in the frost on a pine cone
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