Saturday, October 27, 2007

My Little Fireball


She came alone.
During a blizzard brought by Chinook winds.
She came to run.
To set fire to trails narrow and wide.
Her beating heart pumps venom.
She breathes speed.
She exhales fire.
My little fireball.
My little hellion.

Cold Canyon's Sora Ridge

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