A Cold Chill

this is dedicated to my favorite girl around here, Porcelain...

A COLD CHILL


Her breath and her presence fills my senses
Standing motionless by the gravestones
her beauty shines through the black dress
that embraces her palour
Thoughts of her stillness and aura surround me
The aire of Winter drifts through the graveyard
and her sweet breath reveals the cold life in her lovely frozen body
All that is left is sweet devotion to her and
embracing in the chill of the moment



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Eyvind, you are a sweetie. And I now have an overpowering urge to stand around posing in a cemetery!

Please bring a photographer. Thanks much.