

IllusionShifting shrouds of White in a blizzard, Carrying shifting shapes Of white furred beasts. Is it the wind that howls, Or a hungry prowler? Whispers of a snowy mirage Whistle through the cracks in Frostbitten stone.Illusion


Personal Heaven EDITCurled up, Using his arms as blankets from the cold; Snugging closer with A burst of joy That erupts from my chest With a contented sigh. Gentle fingers run through Copper tresses, And I just melt further Into him- Butterflies in my stomach, Stars in my vision.Personal Heaven EDIT
With a hug that says “I love you,” I find myself soaring In a personal heaven.
Remind me please, if I forget to visit it soon.
Sorry...n_n
Welcome to dA!
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