Barefoot in the Snow
~ So beautiful, the barefoot ghost who walked with deep breaths curling out of the corners of her mouth. She passed through the newest snow, her silken white hair billowing around her small round face. How magnificent she looked as she brushed her hair back, revealing snowflakes glittering on her eyelashes. The crushing cold in my fingertips subsided as the many misunderstandings out here, left out here in the bitterness, revealed themselves. Too many unfettered words left lingering in the air... Sign in to see full entry.