That beautiful white cloud, that came down to greet us
The chilling feeling of a small flake, falling on your bare skin
The sense of freedom when riding down the steep slopes of this mysterious substance
I miss that feeling of comfort, that cold breeze sending shivers down your back
Maybe one day we'll meet again my friend,
Where you'll show me joy again :)
YOU ARE READING
Free Flow
PoetryThis book is going to be set up in a certain way. The chapters of every title are going to be what I express my thoughts on, whether it's in poem form or just talking about it. I own everything in this story and I hope you enjoy ^_^
