Winter’s Snowflakes

by Colly

cropped tree Christmas 22nd

 

Snowflakes dance, pause, twirl – romance.

 


 

Snowflakes sing – resume – believe.

 


 

Snowflakes melt over my being.

White snowflakes are for seeing…

Oh, he’s just a pervert…lol.

 

 

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