The weather is too nice to cry.
So I smile instead.
Gentle giant clouds roll in from the sky, graying the darkening blues. They light up the night where there is fright, shining blasts of might light.
I need no night light.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 3:09 PM UTC
The weather is too nice to cry.
So I smile instead.
Gentle giant clouds roll in from the sky, graying the darkening blues. They light up the night where there is fright, shining blasts of might light.
I need no night light.
