(Poem #477 on new numbering scheme)
Snow: drifting through the air but not sticking to anything, just making big promises and icy atmospherics which no one can appreciate because they don't like feeling so cold.
(Poem #477 on new numbering scheme)
Snow: drifting through the air but not sticking to anything, just making big promises and icy atmospherics which no one can appreciate because they don't like feeling so cold.