Jul 2012
The winds whips playfully
Through the tips and wisps
Of her hair
It’s soft fingers linger
In the breath
Of the singer
The clear air lifts
The song off her lips
Lifts her voice of satin
Through the tips and wisps
Of her hair
It’s soft fingers linger
In the breath
Of the singer
The clear air lifts
The song off her lips
Lifts her voice of satin
