Oct 2019
It's twilight.
The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
Autumn chill,
Sweetheart's warm feel,
Sultry looks,
Heart be still.
The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
Autumn chill,
Sweetheart's warm feel,
Sultry looks,
Heart be still.
