Monday, December 22, 2008

Between the lines

winter
paints everything black and white
distorts your sense of direction
breathes coldly on your velvet skin
which enveloppes your beautiful face
Causes temporary numbness
Tries to stumble you
sometimes you fall
Don't let it get you down
it'll pass
Like a tornado
it'll pass

1 comment:

Hanna said...

I love it, Oceane! I really do!