• blue_quill 23w

    The snow accumaltes on the edge of a stream,
    I close my eyes and give into the daydream.

    It's magical, eventhough I hate the cold,
    Like the fairy dust from the myths old.

    A white kiss lands on my black sleeve,
    I smile and continue to weave,

    Thread after thread of this beautiful daydream,
    As the snow settles on the edge of a stream.