Monday, March 14, 2011

ghosts


The branches have traded
Their leaves for white sleeves
All warm blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe
Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees

Lyrics by Sleeping At Last - Snow
Posted by Anika Lacerte | The Handcrafted Story at 12:00 p.m.
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