Posted on December 10, 2012October 26, 2013 by Chatty OwlWINTER Cold touch of white powder finds your toes quicker that a warm hand next to you. Clean crumbs of pure cloud are crunched under the weight of mind. Gives in. Melts down. Defaced beauty. – Chatty Owl – Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Great! I also love the alliterations 😉
Clean crumbs..cloud..crunched
I was aiming for that, thanks!
Let it snow 🙂
Much needed message from owly. Stunning as always ❤