dimanche 12 février 2012


The shadows creep up,

They curl at the edges,

The trees twist and sway becoming frozen in a day.

I stare at the moon and delight in its glow.

The whiteness and roundness,

What a beautiful show,

Her face is pale and beautiful on this winter's night.
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Sandy Coleman a dit…

Oh, the eyes on her. You could get lost in wondering what's going on behind those beautiful eyes. Lovely, lovely textures.