Snow was falling from the sky,
drawing a white world,
where it can be a bandage.
The nature is composed of glass,
with no evil forces,
only an evanescent dream,
scattering flowers made of crystals.
It emanated a emotion of fury,
smelling the blood, an cold air,
nothing is constant.
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Words in Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
