Twinkles
Wind is so frost and winter's soul I see Two leaves clinging on a shaking tree Indeed, the dead body of fall decays Earth silvers these winter's very days And an angel grew at winter's heart That angel glamorous, gay, and smart Who crowns wreath of stars and has silver wings Her voice courting everytime she sings And then we met and fell in love with each We dance, sing, and laugh beyond our reach Pine trees dancing, birds sing their symphony And that winter turns to fantasy Then she claimed the... Sign in to see full entry.