May 31
the sun shines bright
the waves are easy and calm
the breeze is warm,
it caresses my face
yet, in the distance,
somehow,
I still hear the rumbling
of the never-ending storm.
the waves are easy and calm
the breeze is warm,
it caresses my face
yet, in the distance,
somehow,
I still hear the rumbling
of the never-ending storm.
