2 August 2012
Ice cold whiteness Such a soft form of chaos. It blankets us in paleness, Yet snow is so peaceful. Children laughing in the distance And the faint echo of what's beneath. It means no harm That it causes somehow. It's got beauty in its flakes Grace as it falls, But it's still deadly. Like a poison apple It can be deceptive.
©Odd
Snow • Opuss № I