Soft snow is falling down. It’s July.
It is too warm, and I am calling winter.
My wings are frozen, it is hard to fly.
Snow in July: how beautiful…but bitter.
July, 2007
Soft snow is falling down. It’s July.
It is too warm, and I am calling winter.
My wings are frozen, it is hard to fly.
Snow in July: how beautiful…but bitter.
July, 2007