Mood:
Hi I wont mention my name for security reason but I'm an everyday busy person like most people these days.
I'm 25 years old and I like to draw,paint and take photographs. I also enjoy writing short stories or Poems. Her is one
The snow is like a blanket of Cotton covering the ground from the biter cold and when it begins to melt it as messy as if it has rained for days on end every street folded with water;
for creek the is beyond it peak. when it dries it makes a beautiful spring full of flower the plum like popcorn popping in the spring time. But it doesn't for the scorching heat will soon beat a die patch of follower path which will become a fire hazard because it killed by burning heat in less than a beat.