May 31
In the glow of twilight's gentle gleam,
Her skin, an olive hue, like a dream,
Adorned with curls, a wild, wistful stream,
She danced with grace, in moonlight's beam
Her skin, an olive hue, like a dream,
Adorned with curls, a wild, wistful stream,
She danced with grace, in moonlight's beam
