The touch of changeA Poem by Tainted WhiteWinter to Spring
It's the time of the
year when the air Tastes like spring Yet the Sky Still looks Like powdered snow And the wind still Gently sways trees into dancers. © 2017 Tainted White |
StatsAuthorTainted WhiteCovington, OHAboutI'm just a girl who like to think deep, dream big, and love unconditionally. more..Writing
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