Missing Winter

hurt and ache for colder days when we still held hands as we walked. Sunday, July 14th 2013

It's the sound of snowflakes that overturn and spiral through the air, their glistening ropes leaving rainbow trails of passion. Glittered stars pulse above and beyond the silver-wrapped trees. Paper airplanes lose thoughts of flight in the summer sunlight. Gold dust falls through your eyelashes and forms tiny hurricanes in the air. Breathe.

Reviews

[little thoughts]

wow its refreshing and beautiful

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I liked the descriptions. The images this piece of writing conjures up is well designed.
Nice write.