Barefoot in The Snow...On a whim
< More Pics > Barefoot in The Snow Sometimes, I become the child, Playing gleeful, kick off my shoes, What’s to lose, a whim I choose. Warm skin melting imprint, icy greeting I was here, winter frost nips my toes, Tingles turn painful numbing skin. Rush sends shivers awhhh, must concede, Snow angel,... Sign in to see full entry.