The White White World
And all I can see is snow… and you.

It is here and there and everywhere.
It covers everything.
From the soft mound of the Earth.
To the tree branches where little birds perched.
The world had turned upside down.
It is here and there and everywhere.
It covers everything.
From the soft mound of the Earth.
To the tree branches where little birds perched.
The world had turned upside down.
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Writer by heart. Teacher (English, Yoga, Pilates) by trade. Avid reader. World traveller. Model. You can reach me at agneslouis3108@gmail.com.
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Writer by heart. Teacher (English, Yoga, Pilates) by trade. Avid reader. World traveller. Model. You can reach me at agneslouis3108@gmail.com.