AbsractLover

You stop and stare the windows are glistening. There is stuff every where and everyone around is singing. There are flakes upon the ground of cold crystallized white ice They dance when the wind blows and you can't help but to dive into them not once, but twice. The sun seems to hide behind clouds so bold to keep this wonderful sight nice and white and cold. The year is at its end and those 364 days are all gone and changes are to be planed and made before those last 24 hours are done. Everyone crowds into the street to watch what will be the beginning of a new year, and when the time comes They can't help but to drink, lau