PeculiarPoetess

Autumn is a lovely season, especially since October acquaints with such. However, I prefer winter as its elegance is found amongst the snow and icy crevices. It does not snow where I live, but I hope to meet with such when I am of age. In the mean time, the sun has wrapped its wispy arms around my pale skin, giving the surface little tan kisses. Fortunately, it is ineffective. My aunt says I look like a China doll because of the "porcelain" skin that I apparently have. Hopefully when I am older, I will look much younger than I would really be. I would match the winter's symphonies and beckon the foxes to come play with theses little limbs mad