Assassin ellensymons Poem Apr 9, 2015Apr 9, 2015 1 Minute In the dark, warm air stokes its breath, eyes dawn’s snowflakes. Winter starts to die. __________ Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by ellensymons Author View all posts by ellensymons Published Apr 9, 2015Apr 9, 2015