Oct 2015
She counts her shells
her feet sand ribbed
her toes ricely white
her hair windy vagabond
her eyes low tide sea.
She gives me back my years.
Through tears
I count eternity.
her feet sand ribbed
her toes ricely white
her hair windy vagabond
her eyes low tide sea.
She gives me back my years.
Through tears
I count eternity.
