12-04-2015, 07:18 AM
Cold Snap
I'm not sure it knows,
it only thinks itself
pretty, polishing lakes
with its still breath
a pale complexion
reflects,
flurried by the laughter
left behind
as it drifts over,
filling fields with silence
deep enough to drop
small birds in colour.
I'm not sure it knows,
it only thinks itself
pretty, polishing lakes
with its still breath
a pale complexion
reflects,
flurried by the laughter
left behind
as it drifts over,
filling fields with silence
deep enough to drop
small birds in colour.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out