Icy wind whips through the air
Questioning the intelligence of going out
A chill that enters the bones
Shivering but determined
Warmth buried beneath layers
Life imitates love
Prone to wander. Planner extraordinaire. Lover of adventure. Daughter of a King. I say things. Take them as you will.
chill, cold, love, poem, poetry, Postaday, worry
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