11/10/2017
A winter's chill
sweeps across my wings
as I soar through the biting air
on my way to anywhere—
a place I don't belong
A Winter Chill
by Alex Hanna ·
InkwellSign inInkwellSign inby Alex Hanna ·
11/10/2017
A winter's chill
sweeps across my wings
as I soar through the biting air
on my way to anywhere—
a place I don't belong