Reviews for Winter can bless
Punslinger chapter 1 . 7/1/2010
Br! This is cold. Not quite what we've come to expect from you, but it packs a powerful punch with no minced words. "My love for you kept building/tonight it drops/like a sheet to the floor." That suggests not physical nudity but a brouised soul stripped bare and sensitive to the slightest touch. Good metaphor of the first snow covering an ugly scene for a fresh new start. Thanks for showing us a new side of your talent.