Oct 2020
Through the mist
I chased her
She was far from me
But was always seen
She turned, and looked to me
She was running away
But she reached out a hand
Across the sand
I took her hand.
I chased her
She was far from me
But was always seen
She turned, and looked to me
She was running away
But she reached out a hand
Across the sand
I took her hand.
Sydney ©2020
