Icy hills and cold breezes that killHeadphones in, hope this pen never freezesI zip my two sweaters and the jacket toThe clouds begins to part and the sky is so blueThe snow stops and the wind chillsYou can just feel, something loomsNot something bad simply a thingA thing that has yet to bloomYou know, that thing.The one that must yield.we call it spring,I really hope to see it … [Read more...] about Icy Sort Of Tired, By: Gabriel Holm
Gabriel Holm
About Gabriel Holm
Gabriel Holm works two jobs while doing photography and writing on the side.
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