When the skies are filled with a mysterious white mist
A washed out blue Antarctic gaze hazes over her eyes
The morning dew drips off her nose and trickles down her lip
An Echo of a wolf pleasures her ears delicately
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
When the skies are filled with a mysterious white mist
A washed out blue Antarctic gaze hazes over her eyes
The morning dew drips off her nose and trickles down her lip
An Echo of a wolf pleasures her ears delicately
