with-in love
beyond lyricism, beyond reverie, a touching strain smoulders
the beauty that cannot be contained in a single album; the snow flake dance that succeeds to forge its own spell, the crown of a birch tree, the terrible effigy of solitude
the horse never stands still. he is always awaiting. he knows the road by himself..
eyes are staring into the other's eyes. caresses and words of endearment. sometimes, tenderness is more valuable than sugar.
these traces of snow, like signs on the palm of the hand of winter, have always something to tell...
walking in the snow that crunces under the feet or a sledge ride obviously remain some of the biggest joys of winter, irrespective of age.
Comments:
oh, mine. Unforgettable adventures from the previous and current entries. Enjoy the romantic stroll in the snow. -yun
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