Shes like the wind from the northern skies and once you let her touch the trees, your forest will never be the same. She is a wildflower in an abandoned backyard , blooming amidst the engulfing moss. Once she found him in the middle of December, when she was the cold desert air and he was looking for shelter. If you ever find him send him her way, cause had she known he was the fire, shed have tripped him back then. If red was the coldest color, she either needed to love fiercely or to murder someone to be inspired again. #musings
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 12:55:04 +0000