She lays in a shell along the beach. Her hair of gold, her skin of peach. The twilight creeps in at night. The moonglow gives off a luminous light. Her wings, they glow, they sparkle with dew. The tide is ebbing within her view. The ocean rolls in a constant roar and lures her into her dreams, on shore.
Melancholy is not jolly.biggrin It is sadsad and blue.crying
charleneanne51 · Sat Feb 25, 2012 @ 06:37pm · 0 Comments