Hail
by nisheedhi
hail the rains are here , balls of snow we catch them in our palms ready they are slipping through the spaces we cannot hold our fingers together our white clouded glory fizzles soon.
by nisheedhi
hail the rains are here , balls of snow we catch them in our palms ready they are slipping through the spaces we cannot hold our fingers together our white clouded glory fizzles soon.