ESNOU KOUP
Yes, you are white and cold,
but you are so beautiful...
you come every year n' I wait for you wit my extended open arms.
My face
looking up
and I feel your soft skin on me.
Blanca Nieves vienes and goes signaling how alive you are
and how alive I am.
Never stop...they hate you...but I heart u.
This poem is about:
Me
