Free Hand #111 (Where is the Snow?)

Watching the leaves crumble into dust

into dirt, waiting for the snow to come,

hoping that it doesn’t come, hoping that

it never does. Ice freezes and snow blankets

a cold chill on everything, killing it with

ease and a softness that reminds me

of death.


 

Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

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