Maybe it's the way the sun kisses your skin in the summer
Or the way the leaves crinkle under you feet in the fall
Maybe it is the way the winter bites your nose and still kisses your cheeks with soft snowflakes
Or the way that a tree blossoms after a harsh winter, slowly than all at once
Because the colder the winter the warmer the spring...
By: Evyn Gallant
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Beauty in Cursive
PoetryLetters form words, words form sentences, sentences form paragraphs and paragraphs write a story. Even the small things matter. Because without the small things in life that everyone forgets, what kind of story would we have? This book will be fi...
