Crispy air brushes through
the spaces between my fingers.
Howling of the wind rushes through my body,
sending shivers up my spine.
The intensity of the ominous clouds arise,
now filling in what was once serenity in the sky.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Crispy air brushes through
the spaces between my fingers.
Howling of the wind rushes through my body,
sending shivers up my spine.
The intensity of the ominous clouds arise,
now filling in what was once serenity in the sky.
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