Post by sectumsempra on Apr 25, 2013 21:42:39 GMT -5
Trees bow down, flowers courtesy
Yet she wanders on.
Unaware her steps exude harmony,
Her hair light as sun
and long as night.
What is this presence?
Gone, like a flash of rain
A dry land yearns on and on
Yet she wanders on.
Unaware her steps exude harmony,
Her hair light as sun
and long as night.
What is this presence?
Gone, like a flash of rain
A dry land yearns on and on