2630 words read I have never seen the snowfall, yet I imagine the softness of its descent feels sharply cold against the skin. winter breathes in crisp zephyrs and touches with cool mornings. meeting you in such a se...
blooming in the midst of winter; this was how I saw you. with leaves reaching for warmth- in desperation did you grow. ivory danced at your feet like a blanket of crystal. the absence of color was fil...
angelic is he. a halo of silky curls sat upon a delicate, brown-eyed boy. he had the fragrance of sweetened coffee that had been brewed on a Sunday morning. his body was blessed by kisses from the sun...