Wind

by Tiffany   Jan 21, 2008


The wind is crisp against my skin
As if it is whispering harshly.
Its cold kisses engulf my warm skin
As if it is trying to take my innocence.
It wraps its strong arms around me
Not wanting to let go
Fore Wind is just the beginning,
Fore its friend winter is now here.

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