shadow424

WHISPERS

I see you

at the edge,

moonlight

brushes your hair

as a mild breeze

drifts over

the lips

whispering my

name

as we stand

under tall pines

lining the path

next to the

ocean

where a

starry night sky

is reflected

onto its

smooth surface

Comments1

  • Lorna

    Quite perfect.... charming.....

    • shadow424

      Lorna,
      thank you



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