The snow fell, trickling down slowly and gently placing itself on the ground. Decorating the floor and coloring it white. He lay there, staring up at the gray sky and letting the snowflakes tickle his rose kissed cheeks. The cold bit at him, but he didn't mind. He liked it actually. He played with the pillowy softness, mulling it between his mitten covered fingers. He let his mind wander, not really caring about anything else. He felt at peace finally. He watched his breath make clouds in front of his mouth. Watched as it grew few and far between.
Until it s t o p p e d
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Iridescence✔️
Poetryhere is a list of poems a construction of my totem i'm sure you've read them before but just in case don't slow the pace take a peek come play hide and seek
