Her heart, like ice, as cold as a winter's day. Her tears trickling softly down her cheeks like the first snowfall at Christmas. The yearning of her soul for the warmth of a bright Summer's sun. Her world, changing like the colours of the leaves in Autumn. She searches for her identity like it were a hunt at Easter. A powerful decision to embrace life as it comes, like a New Year's resolution in June.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
Her heart, like ice, as cold as a winter's day. Her tears trickling softly down her cheeks like the first snowfall at Christmas. The yearning of her soul for the warmth of a bright Summer's sun. Her world, changing like the colours of the leaves in Autumn. She searches for her identity like it were a hunt at Easter. A powerful decision to embrace life as it comes, like a New Year's resolution in June.
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