the trees shiver in their nakedness,
their branches reaching up like veins,
and the sky bleeds in colours
that make me wonder
if it thinks of you as well.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
the trees shiver in their nakedness,
their branches reaching up like veins,
and the sky bleeds in colours
that make me wonder
if it thinks of you as well.
