Aug 2018
She walks in the verse
I struggle to write
She is my moon on a starlit night
The cool summer breeze on a warm dark beach
Caressing my face yet so far out of reach.
I struggle to write
She is my moon on a starlit night
The cool summer breeze on a warm dark beach
Caressing my face yet so far out of reach.
(Bass River)
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