When you are wrestling for possession of a sword, the man with the handle always wins.
I like the crunch sound of snow under my boots. Better than stepping on knuckles.
Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.
There is something hot in snow: Its pure and clean look!
All Heaven and EarthFlowered white obliterate…Snow…unceasing snow
I think a lot of snowflakes are alike…and I think a lot of people are alike too.
I’m definitely much more of a beach bunny. I prefer the sun over the snow.
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.
Maturity is when you no longer get the urge to make snow angels in mud season