Saturday, October 31, 2009

Let me warm your cold feet with my humble skirt.

Lingering chimes every time I step my feet on the ground.
The cold dawn breeze blew through every strands of my brunette hair.
At that instance, it was cold but I felt warm and my blood triggered a blush.
It felt like summer.
Thou it has long gone, but the warmth of that bygone temperate summer would sometimes, sometimes, coat me in this winter.

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