I´m working on a poem that´s so true, I can´t show it to anyone.
I could never show it to anyone.
Because it says exactly what I think, and what I think scares me.
Sometimes it pleases me.
And this poem says exactly what I think.
Thursday, 4 February 2010
Skywatch Friday in White
When I got up this morning and looked out my window - I saw nothing but white. And this situation lasted till early afternoon. The white mist filled the air and made your view smaller.
There were white frosty trees and bushes everywhere.