the days get longer
the air is colder
letting my mind to wonder so easily
it's like I step outside of my door
into endless miles of now covered pine trees and ground
closing the door behind me
as it turns into snowflakes
falling to the ground
like it was never really there
my mind drifting away
as I walk though the trees
a light gust of wind
chills my face and fingers
as the air smells like burning wood
coming from a fireplace
some where far away
Author notes
was done last night
what you think I sould call this?
Comments
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nice
it was a bit all over the place but seemed necessary, good job with this -
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thanks =]
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