 | | 28/10/2011 01:44
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
the winter and the wolf,
Sitting underneath the waxing moon, bewildered by the day.Winter clouds pluck leaves from the pine, the harvest has gathered all of it's honey. Whispering winds blanket the wood while I make shelter by fireplaces. It's not so bad. The landscapes will soon be filled with ivory steps.When Winter kisses the hills, bare skin will nuzzle beneath wool, and afternoon candles will be lit.I was born a spring girl on December 13. From my head, to my belly, I belong to the petals, and nectar of sun beams. Although, summer is my time of prize, and enchantment, the winter still sketches it's own beauty.I like the bareness of winter. I like the kindle of thoughtfulness, and...
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